Y'all, when I tell you that my children used to have "Polish" tea parties, this is what it looked like. They put on their fanciest clothes, spread out a blanket, got out Maybelline's tea set (and Oatmeal Head borrowed one of her hats), and had a party. I think Oatmeal Head is at least six here, wearing his Easter jacket from three years prior.
They took their parties very seriously, as I'm sure you can tell from the faces here. Well, Little Guy was only about three and along for the ride. They even used their "Polish" accents - very, very bad British accents. Raised their pinky fingers as they sipped their tea. OMG, I used to laugh and laugh.
Here's my Little Guy a year or two later, feeding Brian, the Killer Rabbit. Seriously, y'all. When Brian lived in a cage in the back yard, he would scratch the crap out of anyone who fed him. Oatmeal Head would go to his pre-k Sunday school class and the teacher would look at his arms and face and just say, "Brian." Once Brian was let out of his pen, he was peaceful, friendly. See the giant hole he dug under the fence into the woods? He stayed in the yard for the most part, though, and we had him for about three years. Silly rabbit. Brian was a rescue rabbit who had come to us through a third party. With his two previous families he'd been an outdoor rabbit, in a pen. I won't tell you what happened to him. Some of you may be eating breakfast. We knew, when we let him live in the yard, that we were taking risks. But we preferred a happy rabbit at risk to a mean rabbit in safety. I think Brian did, too.
Remember yesterday I told you about Clive the cockatiel? This is Clive with Maybelline. She'd walk around the house with him on her shoulder, he'd nibble at her ears and give her kisses. Oatmeal Head is watching, but he didn't hang out with the bird so much. Clive must have been male, since he seemed to prefer girls. Our love bird, LB, loved the Hunny. Me? Bit the crap out of me on a regular basis. We always thought LB was male, till "he" was placed in an aviary full of male love birds. They were lining up to have their way with LB.
Thanks for letting me walk down memory lane. I guess it's better than mammary lane.
Until I write again ...