A folding table is a table with legs that fold up against the table top. This is intended to make storage more convenient and to make the table more portable.
(Folding tables) A trestle table is an item of furniture comprising two or three trestle supports linked by a longitudinal cross-member over which a board or tabletop is placed.
A son or daughter of any age
an immature childish person; "he remained a child in practical matters as long as he lived"; "stop being a baby!"
An immature or irresponsible person
A young human being below the age of full physical development or below the legal age of majority
a young person of either sex; "she writes books for children"; "they're just kids"; "`tiddler' is a British term for youngster"
a human offspring (son or daughter) of any age; "they had three children"; "they were able to send their kids to college"
Voodoo Child
Baby, baby, baby
You are my voodoo child, my voodoo child
you're like voodoo baby
You just take hold
Put your cards on the table baby
Do I twist, do I fold
You're like voodoo honey
All silver and gold
Why don't you tell me my future
Why don't I sell you my soul
So here it comes, the sound of drums
Here come the drums, here come the drums
* Baby, baby, baby
You are my voodoo child, my voodoo child
Don't say maybe, maybe
It's supernatural, I'm coming undone
*
you're like voodoo baby
Your kisses are cold
Feel your poison running through me
Let me never grow old
you're like voodoo honey
My picture you stole
You play me like a puppet
Sticking pins in a doll
So here it comes, the sound of drums
Here come the drums, here come the drums
*
Woo!
Here come the drums, here come the drums
*
Baby, baby, baby
You just take hold
Don't say maybe, maybe
Do I twist do I fold
Rogue Traders - Voodoo child
Thanksgiving, 1960
Me: So Danny is here? Out of all her sisters and brothers--apart from Millie--Nanny was clearly the closest to Danny.
Mom: Yeah. Aunt Millie raised Uncle Danny.
Me: From when to when?
Mom: Practically from when he was born. His mother got sick right after he was born. And it had been twenty years since her last child.
Me: So really, in a way, Danny was Millie and John's son?
Mom: Yeah.