Right after we were seated, a pair of smalls, all bundled up in their cold weather gear, came trundling by with a chair. They had apparently liberated it from one of the central tables and were going to push it until stopped, sliding it back first along the carpet as that way the seat was at the right level for both contributors to push. Where they happened to wind up stopped was right next to our booth, as the crowdedness permitted no further progress; they responded to this by carefully pushing the chair under the table at the end, patting it lightly, and informing us, "Chair!"
Parents pointed out that there were only two of us, and we were both sitting down, so we didn't need a chair. "Chair!" said the smalls, with enthusiasm.
Eventually small children were herded away by significantly nonplussed parents, who also returned the chair to whatever table near the front of the restaurant had misplaced it.
"Chair!"
It was awfully cute.
[ Processing much life. But the smalls needed to be remembered. Chair! ]