Tuesday, March 23, 2010

Tea for Three

We went to a tea party this weekend. No, not the kind that took place on the lawn of the White House. A tea party with my two favorite girls in the world. Alex's American Heritage Girls troop hosted the tea. We invited our BFFs, and we had a great time together. After we feasted on the various dishes all the moms brought in to share, we had a couple of games. The girls took part in a relay meant to improve their posture: it was a race they completed with a book balanced atop their heads. While they took part in this, we moms wrote down stories from our past, which we thought our daughters would not be familiar with. Later these stories were read, and the girls had to try to match the stories with their moms. Alex guessed mine. Like mother, like daughter, I suppose.

My story centered on a nasty wedge of tomato my parents were making me eat. I had passed at least an hour at the lunch table, the red piece of fruit glaring up at me. My parents had long since gone off to take their afternoon siesta as is the custom in Africa, and I was left to my misery, trying to conjure up the courage to stuff the slimy, tart thing in my mouth and gulp it down without gagging. I failed to muster up such courage. I could hear my dad snoring in the other room, and evil finally took over. I quietly pushed my chair back on the cement floor, stealthily opened the screen porch door, and snuck outside. I headed around to the side of the house and tossed the offensive tomato under a bridge that stretched across a ditch. Then I quietly let myself back into the house and cleared my plate like the responsible, helpful daughter I was. For weeks after that day, I would sneak around to the side of the house and cast furtive glances under the bridge. I was terrified a tomato plant would grow under the bridge and give me away.






11 comments:

CrossView said...

Awwwww! You three all look gorgeous! What a neat idea...

Tomatoes? You didn't like tomatoes? Have you since acquired the good taste to appreciate their savory goodness? =/

Kathleen said...

Not raw ones, Crossview! I love tomato-based sauces, but I always pick out the tomato-y chunks!

tsinclair said...

I am right there with you on the tomatoes. I was forced to eat them once in preschool - still do not like them raw.
I love the pictures, you have such beautiful daughters. Every time I see something like this, I want a little girl.
Well, hopefully I will have some granddaughters - though not anytime soon. :-)

Peachuvamom said...

Wow! Were we separated at birth?? Bad tomato experience here, too! Ugh.

All three of you are gorgeous! What a neat time to share with your girlies!

CrossView said...

This just pains me. And tomatoes are pained. Raw tomatoes and mayo are the ultimate sandwich treat.

Bunch of Barrons said...

Haha! My brother used to hide his vitamins in the plant in the middle of the table. THAT eventually caught up with him when mom found all of them. ;)

Kathleen said...

Blech!! >:-/ I prefer a BL (BLT-T).

Kathleen said...

(That last comment directed to Crossview). And to Bunch of Barrons, I bet that was a healthy plant! :-)

SmallWorld at Home said...

What a fun game!! Sounds like they were working on the social skills and etiquette badge? I'll have to remember that book-on-the-head game!

dclouser said...

Glad to see you're back in the blog world! The mother-daughter tea sounds like it was a good time. I've always felt bad for moms who don't have daughters, although thankfully they don't realize what they're missing.

CrossView said...

ROFL! The All-Americal Classic: The BL.

Just doesn't have the same ring to it.... ;o)