A favourite story in our house concerns my youngest son, who one morning walked into the kitchen and spied my old teapot sitting under a brand new, quite posh green velvet tea cosy I'd received as a Xmas gift. I heard him give a muffled giggle, and when I asked him what was funny, he pulled me aside and replied, sotto voce of course, "Mama, your teapot is wearing a *hat*!" He clearly thought my teapot fancied itself the life of the party, and felt it polite to whisper about how silly it looked!

They ARE cute, aren't they?

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