Taggart had disappeared down to Nana's again as he often does. But this time he ran back up with this little invitation in his hand. No sooner than he handed it to me that he was back downstairs.
At 3:00 sharp we all headed down to our little tea party.
Taggart had set the table nicely and him and Nana had baked scones that were still warm from the oven.
Such a nice treat on a otherwise hum-drum Sunday afternoon.
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Tag will always cherish those times with Nana! Love, Leni
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