I decided to take the kids to royal tea today which included finger sandwiches, scones and an entire tier of cakes and pastries. As my English friend, Emma always says, “The British do like their sweets”!
As a dietitian, it’s almost instinctual to enforce a cap on confections. I managed to bite my tongue and tried to focus more on proper manners and making it through this adventure with no broken tea cups, food throwing or shouts of “poopy”.
It turned out to be a fair success. The kids felt treated and that’s what’s important.
After receiving quite a few dirty looks from the old ladies next to us, I didn’t even care that Andrew shouted “poopy-poop-poopy” as the check arrived at the table.
Cheerio!