Monday, November 27, 2006

Nobody under 21 admitted

I had mentioned the tradition that Ace's family celebrates ... where the men go off on their bonding trip and their women stay behind and cook everything. It really isn't as bad as I make it sound because, well frankly this year, I was a baby holder and that was about it. Mind you, I did ask if I could be of any help, but you know the old saying: too many cooks in the kitchen. So I adhered to that mentality, and I stayed out of it.

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.


Anonymous Anonymous said...

Yeah, annoying. Sometimes people need to remember that karma is a bitch.

2:17 PM  
Anonymous Jenn said...

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!!

2:21 PM  
Anonymous Robin said...

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..

8:18 PM  
Blogger Awesome Mom said...

That would annoy the crap out of me. They sure will have an eye opening when the baby comes.

12:11 AM  
Blogger Mamacita Tina said...

Sweet justice indeed. Question, do you think they'll change their tune next Thanksgiving?

6:38 AM  
Blogger Knitting Maniac said...

You know, I doubt that their tune will change until the child becomes mobile. I will be interested to see what happens after that.

8:40 AM  
Anonymous maggie said...

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.

8:44 AM  
Blogger Knitting Maniac said...

Mind you, I have nothing against the "concept" of the kid table. But the way this was approached just rubbed me the wrong way.

9:56 AM  

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