Tea time

palacetea6-11.12
palacetea6-11.1
palacetea6-11.3


palacetea6-11.7
palacetea6-11.6
palacetea6-11.9
palacetea6-11.11

A year and nine months ago, we went to San Francisco’s Palace Hotel for tea at the end of the girlie’s first week of Kindergarten (more wordy account here).  Her brother was too young to come along then, but he’s more than ready now, and so this afternoon we launched what we hope will be an ongoing end-of-the-school-year tradition.

For his part, the boy child acquitted himself with panache. Sure, he ate his PB&J only and no other sandwiches. And yes, he wanted to slither under the table once. But it turned out it was for legitimate reasons: his back-up pair of sunglasses had dropped under there.

The sunglasses were accessories to a very carefully pieced-together outfit. He had picked out matching bow ties for us to wear (yep: Baba’s not the only dandy in the family). But that was just the beginning: he saw to it that we matched in every way possible. Same color belt, same color shoes, same color jeans. It took a lot for me to convince him that it was okay for me to wear my grey blazer (he didn’t have one). But he felt all right when he wore a dark sweatshirt with the hood folded in. He couldn’t find his “dress up” Baba glasses — an old pair of reading glasses of mine, with the glass no longer in them — and so instead, he proposed we both wear sunglasses.

We were very warmly welcomed by every single person we saw, from the chaps where we parked the car, to the doormen just outside the hotel, to the maître d’, to the patrons we passed en route to our table, to our waiter. I will admit some concern that a woman dressed more or less like an ice cream salesman would draw attention. Turns out, not as much as her criminally adorable mini-me of a son with the matching bow tie.

(For the record, I elected not to visit the loo. It’s all fun and games ’til you cause ladies to shriek and zig-zag out of the bathroom with their arms outstretched in front of them in abject terror. While the chances may have been slim that I’d elicit such a response, I didn’t feel like pushing my luck on such a nice outing with the kids.)

“How many years do you think you guys will want to do this with us?” I asked ’em, between bites of chocolate-dipped strawberry and sips of hot chocolate (the Palace defines “tea” fairly loosely for the younger set).”‘Cause we’re prepared to keep at it all the way through your college years.  Just warnin’ ya.”

“I’ll do it as long as I can, Baba,” said the girlie, and I believe her. My main goal is to outlive their desire to take a year-end tea here with me.  That, or have their Mama across from me a dozen or so years hence, as we sigh together over the empty chairs at the table and toast one another over a job well done.

7 Responses to Tea time

  1. kuri June 19, 2011 at #

    love! Thanks for sharing.

  2. Tara R June 19, 2011 at #

    This is a wonderful end-of-year family tradition. I hope you all are still enjoying tea (or hot chocolate) when the boy child graduates from college. You both do look very dapper in your bow ties and shades.

  3. Bryna June 19, 2011 at #

    I love these two photo-essays about the end of the school year – delightful photos, and the beginning of a year-end tradition.

  4. Lesbian Dad June 19, 2011 at #

    🙂 Thank you all for reading.

    Thanks, too, Bryna: these photo essays about my (now far rarer than I’d like) adventures with the kids constitute most of what I’m able to produce right now. I’ve half-written a half-dozen abortive Official Baba’s Day posts in my head in the random interstices in recent days, but have gotten time enough and traction for nary a one. (I got two photo essays in a row here because I took the day off work on Friday for the year-end end of school fun.)

    ‘Til the moments when I can wrestle the time for a thousand words, a dozen pictures do tell their own story.

  5. annz June 19, 2011 at #

    Great photos, as always, especially the last one! And Happy Baba’s Day!

  6. Tamara Granger June 22, 2011 at #

    The kids are so big Polly :O, other than that obvious fact xD the look like they really enjoyed the day 🙂

Leave a Reply

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.