I think he understands.
When we walked in and saw no less than a dozen people already lined up behind the table to serve, he was SO disappointed that he wasn't going to have a spot to serve that I realized I needed to find SOMETHING for him to do. So kindly, the new coordinator slotted him in right at the breadstick station. While I stayed close in the very beginning, I eventually talked to the woman next to him and asked if she could be his helper if he needed something so I could
Troy told me on the drive home he was worshipping God that night by serving bread. I said, "yes you sure were!"
Cassidy did her part by coloring, eating two helpings of dinner (there was a LOT of food) and mingling, too. Thankful to have had a wonderful night there!