Twenty years ago she was two. And she needed a tea table. And a table for coloring and playdough making, and, well, everything kids do. So Steve painted Kate a table and chair set (and a fabulous foot stool, and a room with grass taller than she was, but that’s another post) and it was part of our every day until Alex was about 8. Its been in our garage and we have been hesitant to let it go. Finally I told Steve that if he ever had grandchildren, he would probably want to paint a new table. So we walked it down the street tonight and gave it to the neighbor girls. They are a year apart, just like Kate and Margot. They were wearing tutus and playing in the dirt and with sidewalk chalk. I sure hope they keep the table outside, perhaps as a lemonade stand. That way I can still peek at the clouds.