Bridget and I have always dominated the kid's table. I know it may sound like a silly thing to say, but when you've got a big family and an adult table that doesn't seem to be expanding you've got to find pride in the things you DO have.
Like
Brown 'n Serve Rolls.
Not rolls. Not brown 'n servER. If you don't call them Brown 'n Serve (no matter how generic the packaging is) you will not be passed any of these tasty treats that go oh-so-well with family meals.
Its been a running joke for years. And lets be honest, its mostly to spite Johnny
John--who, by this time tunes us out anyway. He's got better things to do then fight with us about rolls, especially considering that he's perfectly capable of reaching for them himself.
I found out today that such tactics as Bridget and I bossing our cousins around and not allowing them to leave the table until they prove that there IS always room for jello were actually quite intimidating. We never meant to threaten you with our coolness. Sorry
Marguax. But we're glad you've come around and joined the ranks of dominating the kids table.