Tuesday, November 3, 2009

Two for tea...


Wee Three: (jostling my elbow whilst that particular arm is holding up a cup of steaming hot liquid) MAMA! How much cups of tea am I allowed to dwink every day?

Wee Three is just barely five years old, but in the somewhat strange,English tradition of my family, she has already developed a fondness for what we used to call "cambric" tea. There is a bit of tea in the mug... just enough for warmth and flavour, but the rest of the drink is supposed to be composed of milk... and usually sports waaaaay too many spoonfuls of sugar.

While my eldest child has turned into a "Tea-Granny" at the ripe old age of thirteen, Child Number Two remains completely revolted by the taste (which is fine by me, because of all my kids, she's the one who needs that extra kick of caffeine the LEAST...)

Wee Three's little habit seems to have developed somewhat earlier than what I remember of myself, my siblings or my other offspring. Indeed, I am finding it somewhat alarming when she bounces into the kitchen at 5.32 AM each day, allowing me just two short minutes of solitude and peace after being catapulted out of bed by my alarm clock.

And then, the BEGGING begins.

"Cuppa TEA?" she inquires, racing towards the kettle...

I've created a monster, here, clearly, and I am becoming increasingly fearful of the day when she will suffer withdrawal symptoms, should we accidentally run out of our ever-present tin of Typhoo.

And so, the "limitations":

Tea ONLY in the mornings or early afternoons. And NONE after four o'clock.

Wee Three: (jostling me AGAIN, and succeeding in slorping hot tea onto my pant leg-- just enough to necessitate dry cleaning) MAMA!! I SAID... HOW MUCH CUPS OF TEA AM I 'LOWD EVERY DAY?

Mother: (cursing fluently under her breath, and leaping out of the chair) OW!! One, sweetie. Only one. One cup, filled halfway to the top. That's all.

There, I thought (foolishly). That should take care of it. A little truth-bending for the Wee One in the house... but it's for the sake of her health.

And my sanity.

Wee Three: (thoughtfully, with an angelic look on her face) So, you mean TWO cups. Right?

Mother: (sensing that the child is not as innocent as she looks. Not by a long shot.) Nope. Not two. ONE. One cup, half-way filled. No more.

Wee Three: (on to me) But I could have two cups of half, right? Two halves. Got one half. Got 'nuther half. Half isn't one. So, TWO. Two cups of tea for me, right? Two.

Mother: (acknowledging defeat. Again.) Right, sweetie. Ok. But NO MORE THAN THAT.

Got to put my foot down sometime, people.

Because you KNOW she'll be raiding my liquor cabinet next.

5 comments:

Reverend Shawn said...

Raiding the liquor cabinet?? Please, you'll have it emptied BEFORE that happens ...

As one who found his like of tea through your family, I raise my mug (tonight it is celestial's gingseng lemon) to you and yours ... my wee-one likes to haul out her fancy tea cup & saucer, get out mom's silver service for cream and sugar, and host afternoon tea, even if only for herself ...

All I can offer is - Marvelous!

thnx

painted maypole said...

ha ha.

i love my tea, too.

Nan said...

I have a WHOLE CUPBOARD FULL of tea here! I love the sigh when you offer someone a cup, and open the cupboard "lets see, would you like earl grey, or something fruity, or this green one that's all in chinese, or ...."

And we even bought sugar cubes, for extreme Englishness.

My Grandmother once had the Archbishop for tea, and everything had to be JUST SO. She was aquiver with nerves, but composed herself when His Lordship arrived, offered him a cup of tea, and asked him... "How many Lords, my Lump?"

merinz said...

Her pattern of tea drinking is set for life!

Anonymous said...

We called it "fairy tea"--mostly milk, a little sugar. It bonded me to my grandmother for life, and the afterlife. Preciou smemories. I am now drinking Stash "Licorice," as I write--but you can't find it in Canada anymore. This one I brought home from Chicago and it is....dwindling But my hands-down-favourite for evening is: Bengal Spice, Celestial Seasonings. Give her some of that--no caffeine....see if it sticks....I fear not, but you NEVER know!
The Mother of the Boy who Moved to Philadelphia!

 
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