ain't no party like my gramme's tea party

On the plane to Portland Donna sat next to a man whose wife runs a tea house in a guest cottage in Oregon City, and it sounded like just the thing a few little girls and their moms might want to do on an afternoon.

Lucy and Teagan were sooooo excited about the adventure. They chose coordinating tutu dresses and ran around the house excitedly yelling "tea party! tea party!" when it was time to go.

Once we got to the tea party there were hats to put on and tea to drink, so after a quick round of photos we sat down around a well-set table. Lucy looked a little sullen. When I asked her what was wrong, she said:

"This isn't much of a party.

                              Where are all the presents?"

I told her this was a different kind of party, a tea party kind of party. She wasn't convinced.

"All we're doing is sitting here eating. We're supposed to play!"

 

 

Scarlett sipped her vanilla chamomile tea while the grown-ups enjoyed pumpkin chai, and there were sandwiches and scones and concord grapes and lunch meat for Lucy and chocolate and cookies for dessert. (Lucy wasn't wrong when she said we were just sitting there eating.)

After tea the little girls adjourned to a tiny playhouse outside where they could serve their own tea at their leisure and Lucy was officially enthralled.