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I have so many memories of being relegated to the "Kid's Table" - at Thanksgiving, Christmas, after church potlucks, etc. On our non-china plates and in our unbreakable plastic glasses, my peers and I would pile mounds of desserts, pour ourselves serving after serving of rainbow sherbet punch, while our parents were distracted with their adult conversations. We thought we were being sneaky but now I realize, as a full-fledged member of the "Adult Table" group, that our moms probably knew full well what we were up to but were choosing not to fight that battle right there and then - embracing instead a dining experience free of cutting our meat into bite-sized pieces. The "Kid's Table" was a win-win situation for all of us, really. A classic component of childhood.