I’m the oldest grandchild, and at 8 or 9 I already wanted to sit at the grown-ups’ table. I didn’t want to sit with my doofy cousins! But no, I was relegated to the kids’ for another 4 or 5 years. I’m still bitter.
I did get my revenge one year. My now-ex and I hosted a holiday and there were too many people to fit at our table, so we opened the slider to the 3-season porch and put another table just outside the door. I made sure I sat at the head of the inside table and told some of the relatives they had to sit at the other table. Yes, I enjoyed it. Yes, I’m petty sometimes.