Sometimes the best-laid Mom Plots don't work out exactly as planned. Emma got a princess tea set for Christmas, and has been incessantly bugging me to let her have a "real" tea party with it, with mint tea. The one attempt at having a tea party complete with water ended up with puddles all over the coffee table, so I wasn't too keen to let her have mint tea. Water tea parties are fine, outside in the summer. Inside, not so much.
Finally, as a compromise (read: driven to distraction, pulling my hair out, PLEASE STOP WHINING) I told her that when the weather warms up, I will make her mint tea and put it in her teapot so she can serve all her invisible princess friends tea at an outdoor tea party. I figured that would be the end of that.
Five minutes later, as I was checking the dyepot on the stove, I heard the clop-clop-clop of size 10 girl's boots on the floor. I turned around and there she is, dressed in snowpants, boots, coat, hat, and mittens.
"Cinderella and I are ready for our tea party, Mommy. Is the tea hot yet?"
I knew when I was beaten, and gracefully capitulated.
It was about 5:00pm, completely dark out, 27˚F, howling wind, and blowing snow. She sat on the back step, poured her mint tea, talked to her invisible princesses, broke icicles off the gas grill to stir the tea and cool it down (?!), and generally had a wonderful time.
She finally came in after about 45 minutes, rosy-cheeked and happy.
Parenthood is a wonderful, mysterious learning experience. Tea parties in the snow. Who knew.