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Invasion!
My daughter is having her very first "girls' night in" at our house -- a spontaneous gathering, I should add.
For the past ten minutes or so, four girls ranging in age from seven to eleven have been swirling around my living space, asking questions about my treadmill, my altar, the food in our cupboards, and etc. My daughter has been reigning over it all, making a virgin pina colada smoothie to share, offering other drinks, getting out ravioli and potato chips.
(All of this while I was trying to proofread my last post, I might add.)
Just as I was about to start feeling seriously outnumbered, they swirled upstairs to my daughter's room, where I expect they will stay for an hour or so.
Yes, I'm delighted that she has friends so close, that they seem to be very nice, and that she has a clean, comfortable place of her own to hang out with them.
For the past ten minutes or so, four girls ranging in age from seven to eleven have been swirling around my living space, asking questions about my treadmill, my altar, the food in our cupboards, and etc. My daughter has been reigning over it all, making a virgin pina colada smoothie to share, offering other drinks, getting out ravioli and potato chips.
(All of this while I was trying to proofread my last post, I might add.)
Just as I was about to start feeling seriously outnumbered, they swirled upstairs to my daughter's room, where I expect they will stay for an hour or so.
Yes, I'm delighted that she has friends so close, that they seem to be very nice, and that she has a clean, comfortable place of her own to hang out with them.