Way back last summer, my mom, ever cautious and thoughtful—not to mention early—with the Christmas gifts, told me she was thinking of giving the girls a kid-sized picnic table for Christmas. Would we have room for it?
It was nice of her to ask; our house isn’t huge, and we add furniture with caution. We have a lot to trip over already. We thought about it, and figured out we could use the table outdoors in summer and in our (imagined) basement art-making space in winter, and told her thank you and yes, we’d love to have a little picnic table. She chose a cute, simple one with two little benches, bought it on line, and had it shipped here; it arrived in early December.
We hadn’t yet assembled it when, before our Christmas trip, we hosted A’s family for a holiday brunch and gift exchange. His mom brought an embarrassment of gifts. The largest and most loved among them? An adorable kid-sized table. Not just any little table, but the Bunny Table, used already by two generations of A’s family, crafted by an old family friend with bunny-shaped legs and bunny-shaped chair backs, painstakingly restored and painted by A’s mom, and intended—and taken—as a delightful surprise by the girls.
I’d turn this into a multiple choice quiz à la Brooklyn Girl, but I have a feeling there’s not really a choice. We’ve gotta suck it up and make room for two cute little tables in our lives, don’t we?