P is the consummate host. He adores sharing food with friends, almost to the point of force feeding them ;) Combine this trait with his wholehearted devotion to his little wooden kitchen (and the shiny new stainless steel cups and saucers from Solstice) and whalah - you have a very devoted waiter. This means E and I drink our tea in truly tiny teacups with frequent refills (and frequent spills....) And the Little Man, he takes it all very seriously.
(Oh! This is reminding me of my folk's party in November!!! They had many guests over for dinner and the Little Man spent the evening working his way out of his shell. By the time dessert rolled around, he was best pals with everyone there, feeding them piles of pistachios (see force-feeding comment above.) When Grams announced dessert, waiter P whooshed to action. He took all of the orders (pumpkin or pecan please?) and then ran to the kitchen to retrieve the proper pie piece. After one or two tasties were accidentally flung to the floor (in his great rush of gusto), Grams and I took to encouraging with the words "Both hands? Try using both hands!" He happily acquiesced... until he reached the dining room, where he would dramatically throw his left arm behind himself and swagger onward with his tray of treats. Oy . Well, the kids been to a few restaurants and he has yet to see a waiter clutching our plates with both hands :)
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