Week 44: Lamborghini Reventón

Lamborghini Reventón. Fast, expensive, luxurious, exotic -- a car I might, at first consideration, think I would want.

Yet when it comes down to the truth, the actual car doesn't really match my own tastes. This car isn't my cup of tea.

Kids do that all the time -- the idea of something builds so much in their head that it nudges reality right out the bed. Such an occurrence happened tonight, but it turns out it was their cup of tea -- two cups of tea, actually.

I mean actual cups of tea.

The fiasco went like this: I went to the pantry to select some tea, when preschooler Racer A asked what I was doing.

I'm going to make myself a cup of tea.
Ohh. I love tea.
I'm not sure you've ever had tea.
Oh sure. I think I have. And I know I'd love it. What kind of tea is it?
Sleepytime tea.
Oh, I'm sure I'd love Sleepytime tea. Can I have some Sleepytime tea with you, Dad? Please? I really want some Sleepytime tea. Because I would really love it. I love Sleepytime tea, but I never had that tea before, but I'd love it.
Okay, I'll make you some Sleepytime tea. Do you want to smell it? (I hold out a tea bag and he takes a deep inhale).
Oh, I love that smell it smells so good. Yes, I want some Sleepytime tea too.

By this time the pleading for tea has attracted two-year-old Baby G, who is now at my feet.

I whun to smell tea too!! (He bobs his head in anticipation. I hold tea bag to his face, and he snorts out instead of breathing in, but still says Ahhhh.)

I drop two tea bags into two coffee cups and heat the water.

Is my tea done yet?  I have walked away from the cups and KNOW he must see I could not possibly have poured the tea.

No, the water is still heating. Soon.

I wait for the water to finish heating, pour our cups, and after a few more questions on whether his tea is done yet, our cups are finished steeping. I doctor his tea with milk and honey and take the cups to the table.

Even though the rule is food and drinks at the table, he decides he wants to walk around with the tea.

 I do not know why.

As soon as I finally get him situated at the table, Baby G adamantly begins insisting he wants tea, too. I get another cup, and pour half of A's cup into Baby G's. He tries to take the cup and walk around with it.

After a brief struggle which was initially seen as my attempt to steal his coveted cup of tea, I get Baby G to calm down and sit. He takes the cup, and on the first sip dribbles tea on his pajamas.

Nee halp.

I help him with his cup, but each sip dribbles, and I finally ask if I can put it into a sippy cup for him. He appears to agree, so I get a metal sippy into which I pour the lukewarm tea.

Tea!

I leave the two sitting at the table and go sit on the couch. After 20 to 30 seconds or so, I hear Baby G shrieking NOOOO! and turn to see him trying to take his brother's cup. MINE!!! MY TEA!!! MY CUP!!

I rush to the table where the two kids are wrestling with the single cup and attempt to explain to Baby G that has the sippy, but after seeing his brother with the cool adult-size coffee cup, Baby G must have a coffee cup, too. He has completely blocked out that he ever had a sippy. Sippy cup? Bahh. I want a cup of tea, man!

I decide to not go with logic, and instead get up and bring back the cup, pouring the contents of the sippy back into the cup.

He attempts to walk around with the cup.

I get him seated. He smiles. His brother smiles. Everyone is happy. They each have a half cup of tea, and their  own cup.

Later, after a lengthy explanation to Racer A on why my tea was not white and his was, both the kids finally go to sleep.

The cups are still on the table. They are both half full.

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Photo of my Hot Wheels Lamborghini courtesy of Phil Pekarcik. The Lamborghini Reventón, by the way, is the most expensive Lamborghini road car costing around $1.5 mil and can run in excess of 210 mph.Without milk.