I think one of the best things about the girls getting older is that they are becoming true companions and I can take them places on my own that I wouldn’t have been able to even just a year ago when we were still dealing with a stroller. Like the Coney Island Mermaid Parade. I mean this looks fun, right? Shilo was even nice enough to whip up the girls some sparkly mermaid wear which the girls were thrilled about. Can’t even remember the last time I went to the Mermaid Parade, but it was definitely pre-baby years. All I had to say to the girls were “mermaid” and “Coney Island” and they were all over it, as any sequin and sparkly loving girl would be. I warned them that they might see “a lot of boobs”, but they just giggled and said “boobies” about 5 times. They even informed our parade watching neighbors that some of the drag-mermaids they were taking photos of were guys (“that’s actually a man, you know”). Oh, to be 4 and 7 and see the spectacle of it all. Now, if only Wigstock, one of my favorite events back in the day, would come back.