When my mom was in town we had too many people to sit around the table. So we had a kid table and a grown up table. We sat Nolan in his high chair with the grown up table. He had a fit. He was whining and pointing and we couldn't figure out what his issue was until we sat him at the kid table.
In fact, as we were moving him over to the kid table he was giggling like crazy. Then when he sat down he was just happy to be with his cousins.
While he didn't eat anything he was thrilled to be at the kid table.