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That Same Little Girl

Dear H A
you tow are invitede to a teapartea
on wenssday
come whit your hats

from Allison

This is the note I found in our email sent folder this morning.....ahhem! The mother hadn't been consulted previously, so it came as a shock to get an email in reply to the invitation. Oh, dear! How do you retract an invitation to her dear friends without offending them???? Life gets interesting when little ones learn to read and write, doesn't it?

The same little girl recieved new girlie PJs as a present from Aunt Dorcas this week. She was so proud of them, she flounced around in them for the rest of the afternoon and evening.

The same little girl was delighted to get a personal invitation to Corleen and Alison's new apartment for a tea party. All the little girls were to bring their hats (BTW, do you think that is what inspired the above email invite.) Dressing for this party was quite an ordeal. Complete with a hat, shawl, "broach", handbag and long coat, this giggling little girl was on her way to the beginning of a fun afternoon that all little girls seem to have when they get together. Is she old enough for this already???? It seems like only yesterday that I was that little girl.

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Anonymous said…
That is too funny! i can't believe she's old enough to do that.. :) cute tho...love you! Gina

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