The kids’ table

Remember the kids’ table? It was, and perhaps still is, a staple of Thanksgiving and Christmas dinners.

It was the smaller, lower table where the pint-sized members of the family were seated, the better to give the adults some peace and some time to catch up without constant interruptions. And, of course, it was fun for the kids to sit together — allowing us to catch up without (ahem) constant interruptions from adults.

I remember my cousins and I blowing bubbles in our beverages through a straw — no adult ever thinks this is cool — and making mashed potato volcanoes with our gravy. And yet, there was always envy of the grownup table. Once you graduate to the grownups’ table, you’re there for good. You leave behind the kids’ table for (sniff) good.

A metaphor for growing up, one might say.

What did you think of the kids’ table, and do you still have one at holidays?

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  • Warren

    Yes, I remember the kids table. I also remember the “big” kids table. The “big” kids used to think how “juvenile” the kids table was with the blowing bubbles through straws and tried to imitate the adults. Now that I sit at the adult table, I often remember all the fun we had at the kids table.

  • Scott in R.C.

    My memory of the “kids” table is that I always wanted to end up at the HUGE adult table at my Grandma’s house, with the adult conversation. The grass is always greener.

    There always was a lot of laughter and loud talking going on at the adult table. Maybe the wine was doing some of the talking. I also remember thinking about how big and endlessly long the table seemed to me, and we kids would be stuck at the miniature little square card table in the other room.

    Years later after Grandma no longer held Thanksgiving dinners at her house, I went there to visit and thought the adult table no longer seemed quite so large and long after all. It actually appeared sort of small. I asked my Grandma if this was the same table she used for the dinner and she said it was. I couldn’t believe the difference from my memory and the reality of what I was seeing.

    I will be seeing Grandma tomorrow at my Mom’s house. She is also a little smaller now, like the adult table at her home. But she still can bring the loud laughter and great adult conversation.

    Happy holiday.

  • judi

    David,

    May your Thanksgiving celebration have all the fun of the kids’ table with the portion size of the adult table.

    As I reflect on all the good things in life, I know I speak for many of us: We are thankful for your entertaining, memory-jogging and thought-provoking columns and blog. Have a happy Turkey Day!

  • Ramona

    “I remember my cousins and I blowing bubbles in our beverages through a straw — no adult ever thinks this is cool — and making mashed potato volcanoes with our gravy.”

    Does that mean? . . .

    That we adults around our table are not supposed to do this? Gasp!

    But give us credit. Out of respect for the holiday we don’t have food fights.

    Have a great Thanksgiving, y’all.

  • Lyn Williams

    Hi David–

    I think the older I get, the more I find myself yearning to sit at the “kids” table — it’s a bit more refreshing, and there is no talk of potential “fire” topics — like politics and religion and all the brouhaha. So, give me bubbles through a straw anytime! It’s more fun than listening to the other “stuffed turkeys” wax on about topics that are maybe best to be argued on for another day.

    Have a great Thanksgiving to you and yours David — and to all your readers as well.

    Lyn Williams

    [You took the words right out of my mouth, Lyn. -- DA]

  • Dee

    “no adult ever thinks this is cool”?????

    I’ll be cooking turkey dinner for my husband, two sons and my older brother. I guess that makes me the only adult there. Please pity me…..