If you disagree… I mean, to each his own. But really? What kind of person would prefer to talk to older and taller humans about grown-up things (whatever those things are), when you can laugh at fart noises without being judged and nobody feels guilty about having three servings of cake?

I recently got back from a month long visit to Canada. I was born there, and that is where most of my extended family lives. My parents, sisters and I try to go once a year, but the past couple of years I’ve been visiting on my own. It hasn’t been the same, but nonetheless, I’m always so grateful to spend time with my family up North, since it’s really only an annual thing.

It’s so crazy how much can change within a year. I’m the eldest grandchild on both sides of my family, so everytime I visit, it seems that more of my cousins have outgrown me. I can’t believe that two of them graduate high school this upcoming week, and that another two are moving to California in August to go to school and all my little cousins aren’t so little anymore!!

I can always be my silliest self around my younger cousins, and it’s always the most fun… #kidstable4lyfe.

Simply put, the kids table is the simplest. It’s a retreat back into the easygoing, good ways of childhood. No one is asking any serious questions (the most serious question being: can you break-dance?), and there’s no pressure (unless it’s to get up and demonstrate said dancing skills). Really, you don’t have to say or do much as an older, bigger kid at the kid’s table. Just sit back, let the kiddos do the talking, hence all the entertaining (their conversations are ten times more fascinating than any grown-up conversation I’ve been apart of) and be prepared to bring your a-game should you be challenged to a dance off.