At lunch the following conversation transpired:

“It feels weird for them to be gone, somewhere that isn’t with family.”

“I know. Do you miss them?”

“Kinda. In theory I miss them. I don’t miss doing for them.”

“I do miss them. I do. Really.”

“I wonder about Quinn though, like how is she doing without us?”

“She’s fine. If she was really doing badly, they would have called.”

“Well, if we make to Tuesday without having to pick her up, we’re home free.”

“Are you worried about Gage?”

“No. Because Gage could live anywhere, with anyone and he wouldn’t notice.”

“Quit saying that.”

“Well it’s true. He could be raised on foreign soil away from us and wouldn’t miss us. Somewhere like Kazakhstan.”

“You have to quit saying that around him.”

“Well, I don’t say it around him. IN CASE YOU HAVEN’T NOTICED, HE’S AT CAMP, HE CAN’T HEAR ME.”

“What do you think they are doing right now?”

“Having fun.”

“And they are so not thinking about us.”