Children are certainly welcome at my grandmother's retirement place, it's just that the dining room is very formal. There's a strict dress code (no shorts, nice dresses or pantsuits expected, that sort of thing). You know, though, now that I think about it, I'm not absolutely certainly whether kids were not *allowed* or whatever it was just that it was a formal dining room and we judged it better not to bring them in. I remember that one of them was at that "into everything" stage, because I had a crazy time while they were all gone trying to keep her out of stuff, given that my grandmother's apartment seemed to be entirely made of crystal, glass, lovely knick-knacks, and delicious (to an 8-month-old) books and papers. I think I made a baby gate out of chairs and counted the minutes until they returned.