So Sweet It Makes Your Teeth Hurt

N (5.5 years old) went for his second-ever sleepover last night to our friend's house, where they hosted five boys, ages 2.5 to almost 9. (Well, three of the boys are theirs, but still...they are brave, brave souls.) N was a little nervous, and called after less than an hour to tell me he was "starting to get sad." I got the following email from my friend--dictated by N--an hour or so later:

Dear Mommy,

I miss you. We made cupcakes and I frosted it and we put sprinkles on it. And I really really love you. I miss you miss you miss you so much. I love you I love you I love you so much. And I'm sad you leaved. That's all. Oh, also I watched television.

Love,
N