We sat in the booth, enjoying a rare dinner out together. But Troy kept looking over to his left.
After a while, Troy voiced his confusion. “The kids are sitting at a different table?”
I turned to look. He was correct – there was a large group sitting at two tables, one full of adults and the other kids.
As I turned back to him, I could see he didn’t understand. “Some people do that – have a kids’ table. At holidays at my grandparents’ house we always had a kids’ table in a separate room from the adults,” I said trying to explain away his confusion.
It didn’t seem to make a difference. He still stared at the divided group. Eventually saying, “I don’t understand. Why wouldn’t they want to sit together?”
I looked over at the two tables, then back to my beautiful son. “I don’t know, Troy. I don’t know.”