It’s a dismal rainy afternoon in South West France. The children are on their winter break for two weeks and it’s raining. What is one to do ? Make cupcakes of course! So, with the two youngest girls, we baked, we iced, we giggled, spoons were licked and a fine mess was made – baking with the children is always wonderfully sticky fun.
The girls then said they were going to have a tea party. I thought this was a great Idea. So they dressed up in their party clothes, dragged in a small table from the garage, found the low stools and chairs, and then took out some real china and silver napkin rings. I just knew this was going to be one heck of a tea party!
However, the number of place-settings confused me at first, until I realized that an invite had gone out to one of the American Girl dolls. This was followed by much giggling and whispering, and then I saw Bentley, our dear sweet long-suffering Jack Russell, offered a seat. Nothing really too unusual here I thought, and carried on with my paper-work.
However, out of the corner of my eye I then saw Rory, one of our six month old kittens, had joined in the fun. This now peaked my interest and I furtively started to watch a little more closely, un-noticed, in the background. The giggling continued unabated.
Our youngest then left on the pretext of going to the bathroom, but she had that wicked glint in her eye and I knew something was up! She returned carrying Eleanor, the friendliest of our Pekim Bantam hens; yes Eleanor was coming to the tea party! Now I’d forgotten all about the paper-work, I grabbed my phone (no time to look for the camera) and started snapping away….this was hilarious !
Rory thought he might just get the last of the crumbs as he enjoyed the rest of ‘whatever it was’ so much. Bentley on the other hand, now has something ON his plate but cannot quite understand that he is going to be allowed to eat off the table, that’s a definite NO normally; and Eleanor, well she’s just sitting, wondering what on earth is happening….
Well, as soon as Rory licked his lips (yum, that butter cream icing is just too good!), Bentley decided the temptation was too much, and no one was going to stop him from having just a sneaky little taste….
What a fun afternoon; there is one thing for sure – our household is never dull – but this certainly beats electronics and television on a rainy afternoon. Of course, Mr H thought it was all totally normal when he walked through the door, but then he is slightly barmy himself – I can see where the girls get it from now.