My oldest daughter, Bethany, was very upset with us this Thanksgiving. She didn’t want to sit at the kids table. At Twelve she was the oldest child during the occasion.
As far as I know The Kids Table is an institution in this country just as large as Thanksgiving itself. Bethany had the audacity to ask me to switch places with her so she didn’t have to sit at that table. I think that really speaks towards to my lack of parenting skills for not instilling in her a proper respect for me. Only time will tell how that turns out.
On the drive home, my wife and I were talking about how mopey she was during dinner. Bethany promptly declared in her future household there will be no such thing as a kids table. The indignity of separating the children will not be tolerated.
Needless to say, my wife and I had not had a laugh that large in a long time. Jeanette, my wife, suggested I blog about this because something this good needs to be remembered for the future.