The place is closed on Mondays. The other day was Easter, and this week is Spring Break in much of the country. So, the restaurant was full when we got there: We had to wait about fifteen minutes for a table. In the meantime, Mike, the owner, offered everyone who waited free slices of pizza. And, the waiters and waitresses, who apologized for "backlogs" in the kitchen, brought pieces of dough for kids to play with.
Situations like the one I've described are interesting becuase I don't spend a lot of time around kids or, for that matter, families other than my own. Sometimes it's hard for me to look at kids, even if they're friendly to me, because I find myself thinking about how I might be different if I had lived as a girl. But today, I didn't find myself thinking about that. I also didn't think about what my life might have been like if I'd had kids or if I had the same spouse or partner for most or all of my adult life.
For that matter, I wasn't even thinking about what my relationship with my parents might have been like had I grown up as a girl, or even started my transition at a younger age. Instead, I enjoyed dinner on a warm, pleasant evening with Mom and Dad. Perhaps this was one of the reasons to have taken the path I have followed.