In jest of one of my favorite mommy bloggers, Lady Goo Goo Gaga, and her post on bragging on Facebook- I’m going to brag about my fabulous afternoon with my
favorite precious child that was spent having High Tea. I’m so blessed. (I threw that in for you Lady GGG!)
Yes, an 8 year old boy spent his Saturday afternoon in a fancy hotel dining room having Afternoon High Tea with his mom. And liked it!
The lobby set the tone. Owen was amazed at the splendid structures and sweeping staircases. He compared it to Bruce Wayne’s mansion. (There will be constant comparing of movie scenes throughout this post.) We entered the dining room and were seated at our lovely table set for two with fine linens, china and crystal. Two little pots of tea were brought to us. There were silver strainers in little silver cups by each cup and saucer. Little jars of honey and sugar cubes in a little bowl with silver tongs. The tower of goodies arrives with little tea sandwiches, scones, mini cups of custard, petit fours and macaroons. I almost forgot about the little fancy dish of berries we had to start with. Owen ate each berry individually with his fork. He was conscientious of his manners. He almost put his elbows on the table and stopped himself. So precious. And yes, I’ve used the word ‘little’ about a dozen times.
He loved the whipped cream to spread on the scones, he drizzled honey in his tea cup. He said how fantastic it would be if this was our house. If we had a butler to bring us tea. But then he said it might not be special anymore and he would get used to it and that would be sad. He mentioned the train station in Hugo and how quaint it all was to have a cafe, toy store and book store all in one spot. His idea of heaven.
Nothing could ruin our little day. Not even the crazy lady in the corner laughing to herself with great enthusiasm. We thought she was on her blue tooth or something, but no. Your bona fide crazy lady and all her grand illusions.
Conversation throughout tea with Owen went something like this:
Owen- “Mom, do you think James Bond drinks tea?”
Me- “Yes, I do. He’s English, he enjoys a cup of tea like the rest of us.”
Me- “Owen, tell me about the girls at recess that chase you. Do you like any of them back?”
Owen- “Yeah, there’s two.”
Me- “Do they know you like them?”
Owen- “Yeah, one of the boys in our group told one of the girls in their group so they know.”
Me- “Oh, like a messenger. You didn’t actually speak to these girls?”
Owen- “(laughs) No mom!”
Owen- “This is like Hogwarts, but really different.”
Me- “Cozy, but brighter. Hogwarts is pretty dark.”
Owen- “Yeah. Do you think this place is old? Do rich people come here? Are we rich? Hagrid wouldn’t fit in this chair.”
…you get the idea.
My favorite quote though from him between his sips of tea and nibbles of bite size peanut butter and jelly, “Being in this fancy place makes me want to be polite.”
Perhaps this is an idea for some reform idea for delinquents. Just the classical music and chandeliers encourage civil behavior.
Now, just so you guys don’t think I’m completely disillusioned in my blessed perfection of motherhood.
The tea sandwiches were tiny, the macaroons dry, the staff could have brought more hot water sooner for me, and the whole thing cost a ridiculous amount of $$. But- was it the same as I would spend going to a 3D movie with the kids and buying popcorn and slurpees, suffering through an afternoon at Chuck E. Cheese? Probably.
Time spent with favorite son one on one: priceless.
And if you’re wondering- yes, this was Owen’s idea of what to do for our Mom/Son day. I didn’t thrust this on him and bribe him with Pokemon cards.Which makes it even sweeter.