We bought this table from Ikea, from the "As-Is" section. That means it was probably used as a display and already had some nicks and dings. Daddy wasn't sure we should buy a table that was damaged. But I was sure that by the time you two reached high school, this table would bear the markings of many years of love, play, and work. Breakfast plates and lunch plates and dinner plates scraping across it. Paint remnants from your artwork that wouldn't come out no matter how hard I scrubbed. Indentations from when your pencils and pens pressed through your paper and left a perfect replica of your handwriting in the soft wood. The brown oval table from my childhood is long gone, but I remember it as if I were seeing it right now. The surface had a patina that told the story of my childhood, and I know this table will do the same for you two.