Do you remember having tea parties as a child? The cups and saucers were tiny and empty. It was a game of pretend. Pretending the tea was real. Pretending the banter was meaningful. Pretending we were grown up and understood the larger things of life. Sometimes shared with stuffed animals and dolls, and sometimes shared with real friends who pretended with us, we could block out the rest of the world and believe our little tea party world was reality. If the stuffed pachyderm said it, or the floppy-headed doll, it was true enough for us. A harmless diversion for a child.