Doesn't this remind you of the end of Miracle on 34th Street?
The teapot has a place of honor on top of the kitchen cabinets.
Cleaning and polishing these things this morning got me feeling a little nostalgic. Thinking about old times back in the old neighborhood when I was a kid. I lived in the best neighborhood ever. I swear every house had at least one kid, but most had more. In summer, we would be out of the house by nine and only came in for meals and finally bedtime. Do kids even get to do that anymore? Everyones mom and dad looked out for everybody else's kids. Parents never worried about their kids and we kids had a blast. Every single day of summer. I hope there are still neighborhoods like that around. I had the best childhood ever.