"Oh, no you don't! It's empty anyway!" "Ma-me!"
"Holey cheese, you said Mommy! Peter, you said Mommy! Joe -"
"So, hi, honey, how was your day?" "Mostly camping injuries. How was yours?"
"Oh, you know, baby wrangling. And I'm not sore at all anymore, if you know what I mean. It's been enough days since the procedure, hasn't it?" "I may have to examine the area to be sure, but -"
"Let's go upstairs and see how you're healing, shall we?"
Peter's okay with them running upstairs on mysterious grownup business, as long as he has the stereo to dance to.
"I don't think that examination was sufficient. I think I need a more in-depth one." "Anything to satisfy a patient."
"Okay, so, we know you can talk if you want to, so why not indulge me and say 'milk?'" "Doot-da-doot-da-doo."
"Good idea, there, Pete! You draw her a picture, I'll leave her flowers, and between us we'll make your mommy happy." Joe isn't afraid Theodora will go out looking for other guys if she and Peter don't keep up to the mark. But he is aware that it'd be easy for her to find them, if she did do that. He has no intention of giving her any reason to.













