Molly: Tea party! Tea party! Mama! Mano (brother)! TEEEEAAAA Party!
Me: (frantically emailing the embassy) Um… Mama, needs a minute.
Molly: Mano (brother), come on. Tea party!
Me: Um… Molly, your mano (brother) isn’t feeling well.
Hank: (getting up off the couch, taking his sister’s hand) I am not feeling well, but I am feeling well enough for a tea party! Thank you, Amália.
Me: (shutting my computer) You’re right, Hank. My email can wait.
Molly: (pouring our imaginary tea) Tea for you.
Me: Thank you.
Molly: (a hand up in warning) Cuidado (careful)!
Me: (looking over the rim of my cup) Is it hot?
Me: (blowing across the surface of my scalding imaginary tea)
Molly: Mano (brother)?
Hank: Yes, please. I love tea.
Molly: Cuidado, mano (Careful, brother)! (taking the teapot back into her play kitchen, calling back over her shoulder) I go get the cooooookies!
Me: You know, Hank, I don’t know many ten year olds who would stop everything to have a tea party with their baby sister.
Hank: I don’t know why they wouldn’t. She is the cutest and imaginary tea is important.
Me: I agree. Thanks for the reminder. It’s so easy to get caught up in the busyness of life, you know? (making eye contact with Molly, sipping my imaginary tea)
Molly: Here come the coooooookies!
Hank: (knowing full well we only have one kind of pretend cookie) Sprinkle cookies?
Molly: Yah and cakes!
Me: Yum! What a lovely breakfast.
Molly: (extremely serious) Not breakfast, mama. Tea Party.
Me: I stand corrected.