Five thirteen-year-old girls for a sleepover; please send barbituates, alcohol and marijuana (for me) and pizza (for them).
Actually, the other way ‘round would work too. I’m in the mood for pizza and some quieter, slower kids.
You might want to hang on to all that stuff for yourself. The kids will still be raucous, but you’ll be too full and mellow to care.
As per the sentence above, I recommend kid storage boxes. I have one that’s never been used and still has that fresh, new box smell.