I don’t know yet if the kids are ready for a sleepover — one at a time, of course. Four and six might be a little young. In the worst case I could always take them home in the middle of the night, but with Bob ready to bark at what might sound like a middle-of-the-night intruders, the whole household would be awakened. Bob is getting older, but he retains his formidable bark and his protective instincts.
In any case, it’s a playroom. They have lots more toys at home, but there’s a sense of novelty about this space that has them quite intrigued.
This is one of the big plusses for my move: walking distance for grandkids.