The Cup of Tea
One day my Mommy went out shopping, and my Daddy was in charge of me.
I was maybe 3 1/2 years old and had just recovered from a little accident.
My Grandmother had given me a little “tea set” as a get-well gift, and it was one of my favorite toys!
Daddy was in the living room engrossed in the evening news when I brought Daddy a little cup of “tea,” which was just water.
After several cups of tea and lots of praise for such yummy tea…my Mommy came home.
My Daddy made her wait in the living room to watch me bring him a cup of tea, because it was “just the cutest thing!”
My Mommy waited, and sure enough…here I come down the hall with a cup of tea for Daddy and she watched him drink it up.
Then she says, (as only a mother would know…)
“Did it ever occur to you that the only place she can reach to get water is the toilet?”
For some strange reason since that day, I can’t seem to find my “tea set”!!