And then the trouble began. As we made out our list, I realised there were a few key friends missing. I asked why so-and-so and what’s-her-name weren’t invited. “They’re too bossy,” came the reply. “But they’re you’re friends and they invited you to their parties,” I replied slightly preturbed how my own parent politics was going to deal with this as I met the mum’s at the gates. A stubborn refusal was my answer. I left it, carried on sticking feather hair onto the fairy invites (“purple please, so they look like Katy Perry”). We talked about it a few more times, but she was resolute in her decision – she only wanted ‘nice’ people at her party. In the end I have decided to let her play it out…. I’ve warned her of the consequences, given her an aliby (I’m only allowing her 10 guests), and am secretly a little proud she is standing firm not to invite the ‘popular, loud girls’ but just the ones she really likes. But this is were the Mission Impossible begins. Try giving out invites to some parents and not others as we wait for the school doors to open (there is a school policy of not letting kids give out invites in class, for this very reason I suspect.) I’ve been so stressed this week, trying to whisper “pssst, it’s an invite”, while smiling at the mum across the yard who’s daughter’s not invited. It’s taken 4 days to get them all delivered, and I’m worn out before I’ve even stuffed the goody bags. Three daughters, 18 years of parties ahead of me…. I’m off to buy some decent anti-wrinkle cream.