I've had a couple people ask me about our stance on sleepovers after this post, so I decided to write a little more about it. As a background, Phil and I both grew up with parents who allowed sleepovers at friend's houses. Neither one of us had cousins living nearby, so all of our friends weren't family members. We both have great memories of these sleepovers with friends...but also some really bad ones. Both of us recall that sick feeling in the bottom of our stomachs the day after a sleepover where we tried to stay up for the whole night, ate too much junk food, and watched questionable movies. I watched The Shining in 6th grade after my friend's mom asked the group of girls if we were all allowed to watch R-rated movies and I was too embarrassed to state otherwise. That movie scarred me for life. I also played with a Ouija board, did some stupid dares, and between the bus and sleepovers, I learned about everything controversial/morally questionable/swears/the birds and the bees, etc. Phil tells of similar tales...nothing good happens after dark, hyped up on sugar and adrenaline, away from parents. All of these things influenced our decision as to why we didn't want our kids to have sleepovers at friends houses.
But there are two more points that sealed the deal.