Monday, November 27, 2006
Nobody under 21 admitted
The tables were set. Because of the sheer amount of people in attendance, we had to have three different tables in three different rooms. One was the formal dining room with all the good china. The other two rooms had nice plates, and plastic cutlery that looked like real silverware. Really no big deal.
So the men AND the kids return from their trip (and it sounded like a really good one), and we gather around for the blessing. First, however, the host and hostess (Ace's cousin and his wife), thank us for coming. And there is one thing that they ask....
Noone under 21 is allowed in the dining room.
Mind you, I don't mind directives. We all have our idiosyncracies and needs that have to be met. To Ace's cousin and his wife, it was important that part of their meal resemble a formal occasion because that is what the wife wanted. And I respect that.
However, what I do not respect is basically telling me that, if I wanted to be part of the elite, over 21 crowd, I had to abandon my children at the "kid table" and eat my Thanksgiving dinner with the adults.
What ended up happening was the cousin and his wife sat that the heads of the table, and the older generation (my inlaws and the aunts and uncles) filled in the seats on the sides.
I guess the one thing that I can take away from that experience is how I would not direct people where they could or could not sit because it alienated those of us with small children, and the grandparents of those small children.
And another thing I can take comfort in: this cousin and his wife ... they are having a baby in June. Sweet justice will be coming their way.
posted by Knitting Maniac at 8:50 AM
I'm a mom of three peeps ... Queen Bee, The Door Man, and the Chandelier Monkey, and wife to Ace, the Helpful Hardware Man. I created this space to get away from the people known as my inlaws, and because life with three kids and a hubby is all Unexplored Territory.
The nine-year-old who seems to be growing older every minute, has an opinion and a comment for everything, and has a true servant's heart.
The seven-year-old who loves the organization of things, will someday be someone's therapist because of his kind soul, and will more than likely be living with us until he is 40 years old.
The five-year-old with the 13-year-old attitude, who has a dictator's personality, asks you to watch her all the time and say "hold on" to keep your attention, and will someday come home on the back of some dude's motorcycle with 10 tatts and a body piercing or two.
The man of the house, the fixer of things, the winner of prizes, and the only person in his family to escape the South.
Do you fight it?
About that plastic bag
1000 plus miles and three days later...
I leave you to discuss this
Why I feel the need ....
Did he or didn't he?
I'm at it again
Dear Mini Martha AKA Yo, sis
Silly Me
PPP Love
8 Comments:
Yeah, annoying. Sometimes people need to remember that karma is a bitch.
weird. One of my fave things about thanksgiving is that we always sit everyone together. It's part of the fun!
Love the cancer button, I'm going to get my own.
I'm going to start carrying plastic bags with me for just such an emergency! Great idea!!
People are such idiots, I swear. Thanksgiving is about FAMILY hello....
glad you had a great time...miss you much
having my own little slice of heaven here..
That would annoy the crap out of me. They sure will have an eye opening when the baby comes.
Sweet justice indeed. Question, do you think they'll change their tune next Thanksgiving?
You know, I doubt that their tune will change until the child becomes mobile. I will be interested to see what happens after that.
We had a kids table on Thanksgiving when I was a kid and my grandmother always sat with us. She set it up that way just because there wasn't enough room anyother way.
Mind you, I have nothing against the "concept" of the kid table. But the way this was approached just rubbed me the wrong way.
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