Our dining room intrigues my son. We recently moved to this house and for the first time, we have a formal dining room.
Occasionally my son likes to make his lunch of peanut butter and jelly and eat in this room with tall ceilings and a chandelier. He puts the sandwich on a nice plate and pours his milk into a stemmed glass. He always picks out a nice placemat. There he sits by himself at the head of the table, eating quietly.
After a few formal lunches alone in the dining room, I asked my son why he chose to eat there.
"Well," he swallowed the peanut butter and washed it down with the milk. "Usually, I have to sit in here with grown-ups, eat terrible food, and not say anything. I just wanted a few good memories in this room."