Playdates

As I type, a few feet from me, the Magster and a friend are happily playing dolls.  There lost in a world of royalty, beautiful princesses, brave princes, fierce dragons.  I believe there is even dancing.  The Dad, who is working in his office, didn't even realize there was another child in our house these two kids are playing so nicely together.

Contrast this with playdates we have with another of Maggie's friends.  Loud, doesn't begin to describe it.  They run through the house, dressed as princesses, hiding from the dragons behind curtains, jumping on the trampoline.  Don't get me wrong, the other kid was a really good kid.  That's why she was here so often.  

The remarkable part to me is just how different the combinations of kids are.  Kind of amazing.