Farewell my pretty plates. You've been overrun. Boys don't like tea cups, nor would I allow my pudgy-handed hellions to touch a piece of my magnificence. I'm packing you away for a time, only to be pulled out, washed and used when needed. Into the box you go.
This is it, china. It's over. You've been replaced with coloring books, markers, play-doh and games, scissors and glitter and pipe cleaners and...and...and...and...everything that is the exact opposite of china.
I'll call you when I'm fifty.
5 comments:
Fifty huh? Just in time for your pudgy-handed hellions to have pudgy-handed hellions of their own! ;-)
I agree! And what's so important about 50?
Yo' Mama
Trust me...at 50 you will hide them again so they don't get broken...Been there, done that....
Mimi
love it..but i say...sell it...
maria
I say fifty because maybe by the time I'm fifty I might have the *TIME* to have people over just for the heck of it--for tea 'ya know! Maybe not?
And no, no, I won't ever sell it. It was a gift from one of my loyal blog readers! ;-) . I really think that to have it is great, it will always be there to use, even if the season isn't right, right now.
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