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Dylan carried the pink and purple plastic tea pot between his small hands. He'd walk around to the tea party guests who were munching on a variety of miniature sandwiches and pastries offering up a glass of lemonade. When someone said, "yes," to him, he'd pour some into the glass, carefully, and then walk away taking a sip from the spout.   [gallery type="rectangular" link="none" size="full" ids="92408,92409"]...

For an early Mothers Day celebration we took my mom to afternoon tea at the Lobby at the Peninsula in Chicago. I got coffee. Because I don't really like tea. But, as always, with afternoon tea, what I really was looking forward to was the food. And there was a lot of food, both savory and sweet. On the savory side there were delicate tea sandwiches: house smoked turkey with with cranberry chutney on pretzel bread, smoked salmon and asparagus roulade on marble rye, grilled seasonal vegetables and boursin on multi-gran bread. Plus there was a winter mushroom and fontina quiche. On the sweet...

Every year my sister throws a garden tea party. She makes a lot of food. And a lot of tea. [gallery type="rectangular" link="none" size="full" ids="91484,91485,91486,91487,91488,91489,91490,91491,91492,91493,91494,91495,91496,91497,91498,91499"] 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...