
And two for tea: a garden tea party.
Every year my sister throws a garden tea party.
She makes a lot of food.
And a lot of tea.
I spent most of the time chasing my nephew Dylan around.
He won’t sit still and I think he has OCD because he will walk in a circle and up and down stairs and in and out of a door for hours and won’t move on if you try to block his path.
I may be the mean aunt who tries to block his path.
He talks.
Well, I don’t think he says real words but everyone else seems to think he does.
And all the girls kind of rocked.