Put out to pasture

Every year, my son's school has Thanksgiving lunch. Last year, he didn't really say anything about it. This year, I asked him if he wanted me to join him since I was doing volunteer work at the school. He said that he wanted to hang with his friends like he did last year. I've gone from, "You're going to be there, right?" to "I'm just going to eat with my friends this year." At least the little kids still want me around. Some days my second oldest, Nat (8) is not sure about me either. Sigh.