My mother-in-law, P, is helping us with childcare this week (woo-hoo – you rock, P!) while the NYC schools are weirdly closed for a week for winter break. Not to get all old fashioned on you but when I was a kid, winter break was at the end of December and then you just had to suck it up until springbreak. But that is not the point of the story.
P brought Blitzen a tiny little tea set that she thought might be a fun addition to the fairy land sitting on our living room window sill. Now Blitzen, master of all social graces, can be really suspicious of gifts. She usually thinks, upon recieving them, that they are wrong or crappy in some way and eyes them warily until you explain how marvelous they are. The events as they played out this morning, as told to me by Andrew (you never blog anymore, sweetpea, so I’m stealing your material!).
So P gives Blitzen the tiny tea set. Blitzen asks, oh so politely I am sure, what is this? P explains it is a little tiny tea set. Who is it for? Blitzen inquires (demands). It is for someone small. Me? Blitzen asks. No, someone smaller, is the reply. A baby? Blitzen asks. No, someone really tiny, that flies.
Apparently Blitzen’s eyes lit up, she got very excited and said with great joy, IT’S FOR AN EAGLE?!?
Ummmmm — ok.
The bird of prey tea party was just getting underway when I left for work!