Tea at the duToit's

Of course, we were running late on Saturday afternoon. We were waiting for Stinkerbelle to wake up from her nap because we didn't want an unhappy toddler at a friend's home. No sirree. Then, we catch EVERY light between our hours and theirs. Oddly enough, Kim and Connie duToit only live about 30 to 40 minutes away from us. So, we arrive about a half-hour late. Thankfully, Army of Dad hasn't gone completely ape-shit because he HATES to be late. So, we arrive, chit chat a bit and then sit down to tea. It was quite nice. I have never really drank hot tea since I grew up here in Texas where everything is iced orange pekoe tea. Occasionally someone gets fancy and puts some peach, mint or raspberry in their tea. So, I had my first hot tea with milk. If you didn't know, Kim is from South Africa. So, we also had these fabulous little tea cookie-cracker things. Yummy. The Mrs. made tasty little sandwiches and some cakes the the children LOVED. It was quite nice. We talked about a variety of things from how AoD and I met to what happens when all the cycles of all the women in a household get synchronized to how nice boobs can be except when they are on your daughter. In that case, they should be covered up.

Hot Rod discovered a coffee table with money inside of it and asked Kim and Connie if he could see it. Connie was lovely with him and explained all of it to him. It consisted, essentially, of souvenirs from their world travels. There were all kinds of currency from Iraq to Germany and many others, too. Here is Connie explaining the money to Hot Rod while Kim and AoD fondle Kim's wide variety of ammo. He apparently collects a variety of interesting cartridges for comparison purposes. AoD was enjoying handling all of them.

Connie and Kim were WAY patient with my kids in ways I am not. Hot Rod even spilled a 7-Up on the money and they didn't freak. I did.

Stinkerbelle and Hot Rod enjoyed making music. Here's the I Did It move. She looks like she may have the long fingers for the piano. Hmm.

Here is the testosterone-filled shot. Look at the lusty way AoD is looking at that cartridge.
We wound up staying till about 7:30 or later. We got there about 4:30. We knew it was time to go when Stinkerbelle came up to me and said "Mama, I ti-uhed." She crawled up in my lap and then she was getting really crabby when we didn't leave immediately.

All in all, it was very nice. They're good folks. I'm sure AoD will have somethings to add in the comments that I left out.

AoM addendum: Here is Kim's post about the 25-06 AoD brought him (it actually came from a gun AoD's grandfather gave him.)