At our refectory, things are beautifully, thoughtfully organised. Little children eat in one hall; older children in another. There’s no discrimination involved. The wash-basins attached to the hall for the little ones are lower, the trays are designed for children and everything is child-height.
One day, a tiny girl was rummaging amongst the spoons of the ‘big’ zone.
“What happened?” I asked. “What are you looking for?”
There was no response. The little girl continued her search.
“Can I help?” I asked. The little girl was standing on tiptoe, hunting.
She looked up at me. “I want a spoon with a design.”
I couldn’t help smiling. I found two for her and held them out. She chose the design she liked more. “Thank you.”
I took the other. It had such a pretty design.
Now, I don’t choose my spoon (I don’t want to deprive anyone of a pretty spoon), but I do notice.