High Tea

“Mom, is it time yet?” My four-year-old is anxiously awaiting our tea party, which was promised earlier in the day. The cherry on top of this tea-party sundae is the surprise visit from Aunt Carla. (I knew she was coming, but I stealthily kept it from my daughter.)

Preparations take place. Dresses gracefully blanket our shoulders. Fascinators sit promptly positioned aside the high bun.  Lipstick is carefully painted on our lips. Petite sandwiches are arranged in an intricate design on the two-tiered serving tray. The tea pot releases it’s high-pitched whistle, that only a tea pot can. We are ready for our “big event.”

Sitting down in our designated places around the table, sun shining brightly, illuminating the room, we begin our tea party.

Sitting up tall, I draw my gaze to my daughter. “Take your napkin and place it gently in your lap.”

 

 

 

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