Since we returned from London, my eldest daughter likes to drink tea with milk and sugar. My youngest doesn’t like it and certainly not my puns. “TEA phone, TEA bill,” I say. She sighs.
One day she wants to help make tea. And even drink along. But on her condition: without tea bags or leaves.
She takes a spoon, stirs concentrated sugar into some milk, tastes it, nods.
Tea, without tea.
“Hey,” she says softly.
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