Snapshot

Cleaning the kitchen, I heard a loud silence in our bedroom today. I peeked in to find Caroline having a tea party. One hand held our green chipped mug, the other, a plastic spoon. She was stirring her brew. Then I looked again and realized that 5 tea bags draped their labels over the mug's side. 5 of our favorite, red packaged, Twinings English Breakfast tea bags, the kind we buy in bulk when we find it, because mostly we don't.

"Tea!" she said, and held it out for my inspection.

What could I say? A daughter after my own heart. "Tea" I agreed, and sat down to pretend sip out of a plastic sugar bowl.