Joe rolled his eyes; it wasn’t a big deal to him, and he knew there was no changing their minds. Rich felt put in his place, so he shut up. He didn’t mean to be disrespectful, but he did understand he was diving into a topic that he didn’t understand. Joe chimed in.
“Yeah, Richard. I think it’s best you let the grown ups talk about the problems that they have amongst each other. The nice thing about being a kid is that you’re a kid. Don’t worry about our problems. Enjoy your time while you can. I consider myself a kid too, but I’m stuck in this old man body wearing fancy grown up clothes, so I tend to steer myself clear of the way other people conduct their lives. Let them be the way they want to be while we have some fun as kids.” He winked at his son, and Rich felt better about his place at the table. “Quidel,” Joe continued. “You were always like an older brother to us even though you’re younger than us. You seem to have it all figured out. I like your style.”