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.

Real men have a tea party.

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