No, I don't embrace sitting at the kids' table — just its existence. I get plenty of kid time, every single day. But on holidays, I'm happy for the younger crowd to have a table, a whole room even, of their own. I have fond memories of the kids' table in Nana's parlor, including a rip-roaring Thanksgiving involving two Russian exchange students and more than a few nips of Nana's vodka. The kids' table is fun.
But I'm getting ahead of myself. And I certainly don't want the kids getting into the vodka.