This, people, is the magnificent milestone I have been waiting 6 long years, 10 months, and 11 days for: the first cup of tea delivered lovingly to my bedside table on a Sunday morn.
Only minor spillage, on to the saucer (good choice, my child), and the tea was still vaguely warm by the time half a litre of milk was added and a slow procession up the stairs was made. SUCCESS.
I was super impressed with the kidlet despite the fact that she was actually procrastinating and was meant to be getting her own breakfast and finding some clothes, but I’ll not complain. Never has a tea tasted so good as when brought to you by a super proud 6 year old.