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The infamous kids table.
I completely forgot about the “kids table’. Sunday dinners at my Nana’s house and anyone under 12 had to eat at the “kids table” in the kitchen. The food fights, the fist fights, the cover up when an adult came in to check on us.
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The infamous kids table.
I completely forgot about the “kids table’. Sunday dinners at my Nana’s house and anyone under 12 had to eat at the “kids table” in the kitchen. The food fights, the fist fights, the cover up when an adult came in to check on us.