Chapter 1
"It's me, Theodore "The Beaver" Cleaver. Except for a short time when I was married, I've always lived in Mayfield. Times sure have changed. My son, Oliver lives in Upstate New York with his wife and two daughters. My oldest son, Kipp also still lives in Mayfield, now divorced. Kip's son, my grandson, Kyle, is 26-years-old and also lives in Mayfield with his two children, my great-grandchildren, 10-year-old Kevin and 7-year-old Kylie. I'm still living in my childhood home, which I inherited when my mother passed away. This is the story of "The Cleavers".
Kyle sat on his couch going over paperwork. Kevin and Kylie excitedly ran into the house.
"Dad!" Kevin cheered. "Dad!"
"What's up?" Kyle asked.
"Donnie Samson invited me to his sleepover birthday party on Friday!" Kevin cheered. "Can I go? Please?"
"Please?" Kylie asked.
"Boys only," Kevin said.
"I know," Kylie said. "I just want a night without you."
"Let me get this straight," Kyle said. "You want to go to a sleepover?"
"Yes," Kevin replied.
"You?" Kyle asked.
"Yes," Kevin said.
"Want?" Kyle asked.
"Yes, Dad," Kevin said.
"To?" Kyle asked.
"Yes," Kevin said.
"Go?" Kyle asked.
"Dad," Kevin said.
"To?" Kyle asked.
"Please, Dad," Kevin said.
"A?" Kyle asked.
"Dad," Kevin said.
"Sleep?" Kyle asked.
"Please," Kevin said.
"Over?" Kyle asked.
"Dad," Kevin said. "I really want to go!"
"But you don't like spending the night places," Kyle said. "You don't even like sleeping over at your Great-Grandpa Beaver's house, and he just lives across the street."
"I'm 10 now," Kevin said. "I'm not a little kid anymore."
"You really want to go?" Kyle asked.
"I really want to go," Kevin replied.
"Okay," Kyle said. "You can go."
"Thank you," Kevin said.
Kevin and Kylie walked upstairs. Kyle then walked out the front door and noticed Kipp getting the mail next door. Kyle ran over to Kipp.
"Hey, Son," Kipp said. "What's up?"
"Oh, Daddy!" Kyle sobbed before hugging Kipp tightly. "My baby wants to go to a sleepover!