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Party Stats, Knee Socks for the Plump of Calf, Yellow to White

THE Celebration IS OVER. It is done! Everything was fine! Although I am still STEEPING IN EMPATHY for a boy who was still there when everyone else had been picked up, saying to me, "I'm dismal" and "You can just go and I can wait here." *Will CLENCH* This made me wish SO PROFOUNDLY for the talent of putting people at their ease in gauche situations. I TRIED, but he was still unhappy and short. I would have used that skill on his mother, too, when she arrived saying "I'M SO Regretful. I'M SO EMBARRASSED" (she hadn't changed her follow for the time change).

For statistical use: we sent out ten invitations; we got five RSVPs, all yes; we got a sixth RSVP-yes the non-stop before, apologizing for forgetfulness and asking if it was still okay and saying she wholly understood if it wasn't (full mercy awarded); we also had one where we didn't get an RSVP but it was William's with greatest satisfaction friend and she told him yes verbally, and it would have been such a spectacular disaster if she COULDN'T come we would have expected an stupendous kerfuff in that case, so anyway we felt dauntless she'd be there.

The three who didn't RSVP didn't come about to the party. Of the four possible RSVP draw on ups (RSVP yes but don't show, RSVP no but show up; no RSVP but show; no RSVP but no show), that one is the easiest to let avalanche---but GEEZ I wish they'd have RSVP'd a "no," because then we could have invited other kids to take those slots (the dinner party package allowed 15 children top, and was still the same total price even if there were fewer children), because there were several that William had a very harshly time deciding among. (William firm to invite all his siblings, so that's the other four, plus William himself counts as one, if you're doing the math.) I appetite I could have come up with a good way of spelling out the "please chide us if you can't come so we can invite a second-stringer" fetish...

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