The Guys at the Tea Party

Hi, friends! I just posted a piece over at the Taste of English Tea blog about my attempt to introduce our Sweetie-Pie to a bit of gracious living with teatime. We baked muffins for the occasion. You can read the tale by clicking here. But I wanted to add this post-script~

Three days after my somewhat confused attempt, which I thought had made no impression whatsoever, he spied my mother’s vintage child’s tea dishes in the china cabinet. He called, “I wanna have a tea party,” and proceeded to open the china cabinet, which he had never done before, and pull out the dishes.

At first I was alarmed. I started trying to grab the tiny china dishes, certain they were going to end up smashed on the brick floor. But then I thought: What are you saving them for? Live today!

We got out the dishes, I actually made tea and put a bit into the small pot. Bigstreetrod happened in and joined us.

Just goes to show that many things we try to teach do sink in, even when it does not seem like it.

Blessings,

CurtissAnn