slumber party in a hotel

I am a genius. No, not really, but I do have my very rare, few and far between moments of brilliance. This Saturday was one of those. My almost-twelve-year-old, Zoe, wanted a birthday party with the works.  Sleepover.  Movies.  Pizza.  Popcorn.  “Yes, we can do that,” I said.  But it was when she threw in…