Last weekend M had a birthday party. I picked them all up at school on Friday in the old ugly green church van (that's another story as to why I had the van--not very interesting, except that you should have seen their faces when they saw what they had to ride in!!) We came home and they all went outside. I looked out the kitchen window and this is where they were. They ended up in this tree.
L saw me with the camera and took the next 2 pictures of her sister's friends.
That's M standing on her buddy's head.
I consider a party a success when 1) there is enough food, 2) nobody cries (unless it's because they're watching a chick flick), and 3) they're all still friends when it's time to go home.