I took my sister to a tea parlor for her birthday. They had a boutique where you could dress up like a fancy lady, eat treats and sip tea. Ironicly, the parlor was called Sister’s Tea Parlor.
Oh my, God. This is where I should live.
it’s hard to maintain that military composure when one’s granny is inspecting!
I be she was reminding them of a time they did something really silly as little boys…like running bare-ass naked through the palace or tried to ride one of her corgis or something. Grandmas are grandmas.