The dining room table. For the first time he ate with all the adults, off a plate, with multiple forks and cups, and he was the happiest he’s been at a meal. On Friday he cleaned a plate of enchiladas. Today it was eggplant potato tomato from Plenty More. We say the table is a synecdoche: a small, physical representation of a much larger idea. The time we will spend together over our meals, homework, projects, the games of chase around the bench. C’est une table, no?