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!