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Wax's niece Oona (3), in butterfly-print-on-butterfly print, but two clashing prints. One on the skirt, one on the leggings. Completely unrelated t-shirt for a pop of contrast, and to prevent it from getting matchy-matchy.

Amazing Entrance Dude's little sister (5-8ish?) was wearing a jersey sundress printed with grumpy cat and friends, interspersed with flowers. Also some layers for warmth and some leggings and the cutest plastic-framed nerd glasses, but really, you can't top grumpy cat.

Wax's niece Sofia (9), in a loud purple cold-shoulder dress with a startling and dissonant print of some kind. The color was so loud and the shoulder holes so distracting that I never managed to focus on the print.

BIL's nephew Elis (5ish?), in adorable brown corduroy and plaid that (a) reminded me charmingly of something my mom would've picked out for me and (b) made him look like an extremely tiny professor of something. Also in a long Jonathanesque pageboy that I'm amazed he is still rocking.

As we were walking down the dock towards the motorboat for the last leg of the trip to the wee island where the party was held, I experienced an increasing tingle of "something I should be remembering", until suddenly it arrived: the last time I went there I was underdressed for the motorboat ride and chilly and damp by the time we left in the evening, and vowed to myself never to go there without a rainproof shell jacket again. Unfortunately, that was like 3 years ago, so I had time to forget in between, and spent the boat rides huddled in on myself with my hoodie strings pulled tight around my face again. Hopefully next time I'll remember.