Tea for Two

It never fails to amaze me, the ideas that take a hold on a child's imagination. For some reason, my sons have become enamored of the British meal, tea. Yesterday, when I was feeling very sick to my stomach, my sons prepared a 'tea' for me. It consisted of: greek olives, toast, peanut butter, jelly, bread, salami, cheese slices, apples, and, of course, tea... Mango Zinger tea, to be precise. They very carefully arranged it on a lazy Susan (Which I had put out in the hall to be taken to Goodwill...) and called me down. I joined them and munched on crackers (all that my stomach could take) while they happily piled their plates and ate their 'tea'. So pleased were they with their 'tea' that Jason immediately announced that we should make one night a week 'British' night and cook and eat a British meal. Hmmm...

Today, at 12:30, the boys announced 'It is tea time!' 'It is lunch time.' I agreed. 'NO! Tea Time!' they insisted. I shrugged. I am not really overly worried about the naming of things. The 'rectification of names' has its place but not all the time:> So the boys put together their 'tea'. Today it consists of Pina Colada tea, raisins (which have been renamed 'figs' in honor of The stories Julian tells ), salami, two kinds of cheese, sourdough bread, homemade peanut butter, cashew butter, jam, and apples. It is an eclectic meal, to put it mildly, and at some point, I will take them to a real 'High Tea' but for now they are enjoying themselves so thoroughly -- and it gives me a chance to reinforce the idea that the cooks need to help clean up...