For this particular party, Allie and Anna were quite upset that they hadn't been invited too. This may have been due in part because it was something different, something glamorous. From the outside, it seems like it should be easy enough to explain to them that the party was for Emily's friend but when almost every aspect of your life is shared, and you're only six years old, that's a pill too big to swallow. The concept of having separate identities at school is appealing to them but we can't forget that they've been together since birth. They don't know what it's like to be the only child, or the oldest or the youngest. Multiples are different.
Anyway... Anna and Allie got over it, especially after I told them to glam up Daddy. Sure, boys paint their nails all the time. I'm sure Daddy would love a manicure. And Emily was quiet but enjoyed herself and her new look.
We stopped at LOFT (I still want to call it "Ann Taylor Loft") on the way home. I desperately need work clothes but left empty handed once again. The petites section seems smaller each time I visit.
6 going on 16.