I sincerely wished I had a video of my Thanksgiving this year. I was/am sick with a nasty cold so the camping trip that Charlie and were planning to go on got nixed. Also, now that we are both out for the count, we are unable to go to Orlando to visit Charlie’s family. So, instead of try to cook something, we decided to stop by my grandmother’s Thanksgiving dinner (can you really call it dinner if it is 2pm in the afternoon?) for some turkey and trimmings.

Well, can you believe that at 27 I was regulated to the kiddie table. I had just moved up to the adult table recently but since there was company coming over (my grandmother’s new beau) my sister, Charlie and I had to sit at a makeshift table. It was classic. And only then did I remember how much better the kid table can be compared to the adult table.

While adults discussed long dead actors and the state of the union. We “kids” tried to figure out how best to change the subject. When biological warfare came up – I eagerly changed the subject to the something more bland like the weather. When the “we don’t like the French” topic came up – I called the person simple minded and they quickly back peddled to a chorus of ums and ahs.

In previous years, I would have been shushed quickly and scoffed for being young. But – no, this time my grandmother encouraged me to speak out and give them a piece of my mind. Of course, I was slow to respond. Being hopped up on meds caused me to pause and think for a moment before I opened my big mouth. And I wondered what exactly had been going on in the geriatric and young adult population to turn the tide since last Thanksgiving? I was in no mood to discuss these things at what is supposed to be the “let’s love the family” dinner. We missed saying Grace, and do you know who my grandmother apologized to for this? Me.

So I say, hoorah! for the kiddie table. Although some of you may have found your way to the adult table this year: keep in mind that you can put the kids in another room at another table…but you can’t keep the kids down. It has been and will always be THE table to be at.

Oh and to put an even bigger spin on this whirlwind of a Thanksgiving (remember I was on many meds) on his way out, my grandmother’s beau said, “Happy Thanksgiving to you, your husband and your daughter.” Interesting how things appear to the senile but I salute you as I watch the passing of the torch in 3-D.

For the Nickelodeon Generation.

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