There comes a time in every child's life where they speak those words which cause parents to feel as though they've just sustained a hit to the solar plexus. The horrifying words are in response to an innocent parental question. The earth-shattering reply is short on syllables but ultimately, long on decibels. Same with oxymoron. Sleep has absolutely nothing to do with this phenomenon.
Party is the operative term.
Party, party, party. She knew fully well what was in store for us if we consented and the matter was open for debate. I, on the other hand, viewed this simply as a necessary evil for parents to endure and a right of passage for our son. I saw it as something that had been passed down from generation to generation. Something that needed to transpire or he may have some twisted and arrested development of maturity.