Boy sleepovers are much different than girl ones.
Case in point:
I was leaving the Arkansas Skatium (roller skating) Saturday night with a car full of nine year old boys.
"Do you see those lights in the sky?"
"Yes, I think they are spotlights. I saw them last night."
"Well I think they are aliens. You need to get us home right away."
"You are right, I'll step on it. I might look like Jack's mom but I'm really a warrior queen. I can get us home safely from the aliens."
"Are they really aliens?"
"No, we are having fun. They are just spotlights."
Much discussion ensued as I was driving down Chenal Parkway to the interstate.
"All the buildings have force fields around them, they are safe from the aliens. As soon as you get us home we will be ok. But you have to move quickly. Your name is Burn."
"I love it, yes I'm Burn. Burning up the road to get us home safe. You can trust me I'm moving as fast as I can."
"Burn baby burn."