We get into the wedding last night to find all the 'kids' have been seated with their parents for dinner (our kids were seated in a house far far away, so Ethan and I could REALLY have a good time without hovering over a stroller the whole night). After some negotiating and bargaining, we managed to get all the adults at one table and kids at another...thank you to my cousins and siblings for still letting me be a kid for the night. It was a blast!! But why is it that, when you're younger, the kids table is your worst nightmare, but when you're a little older, it's exactly where you want to be?
I won't say what goes on at the kids table--I'd like to be invited back :-)
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