I thought they were all perfectly adorable, and they all played quite nicely together.
When it was time to go home Lydia had to look for the hat she brought over and when she put it on I had to take another picture.
I thought that was the end of dress-up for the day, but after dinner when we told Ian to change his clothes because we were going to meeting he came out dressed like this:
He loves cowboy clothes because he can wear them out of the house and he still feels like he's playing dress-up.
Aren't kid's imaginations wonderful?