The four sides of a triangle

I have been to three Mother’s Day Tea parties this week. No, not a party for each of my off spring because that would be too easy. Two of the parties were hosted by the school where I teach and then today Devon’s preschool had its tea party. Although his was totally low key and his greeting to my mom and me at the school  gate where he asked us, “Please come in, can I pour you some tea?”, was precious beyond words, I am so over any and all tea parties and rock hard biscuits baked by four year-olds. That might sound hard hearted but it’s the truth and I know all the other mothers were hiding their hard biscuits under the tables, too. If they deny this they all lie.