Remember all those family holidays – and you were relegated to the kids’ table?
Fucking great wasn’t it?
No worries about having your manners corrected.
Nobody judged you for what you did or did not put on your plate!
You want to slip food to the cat – no problem.
Farts were sources of merriment not embarrassment.
No worries about having to be polite and listen to boring adult conversation.
You could say whatever you wanted without being shushed.
The kids’ table was the best.
Yet another reason why I never understood why people thought being grown up was so great.
Nope, I’ll just stay a kid, thank you.
Happy Thanksgiving, y’all!
Kids’ Table Forever!
2 thoughts on “THIS FAT OLD LADY’S TBT – THE KIDS’ TABLE”
I loved being on the kid table when my nan used to do two servings because there were too many of us. I thought about doing a kids table for Christmas (too many people, not enough table!), but I know the family will not be at all happy about it.
Happy Thanksgiving 🙂
Are you kidding? The kids’ table is a joy for all involved! The kids get to do their thing and the grown-ups get to talk and not worry about little pitchers with big ears! Win-win!