Scene 2: Shoot.
[Its is now the following spring but it is not in the air. Same tree. They are sitting on a blanket post picnic]
He: I think he’s got your eyes.
She: He hasn’t, he’s got my dads.
[They are both transfixed by the baby’s face. She hold him in a vice like grip and bounces him up and down in a display of playfulness].
He: I think he likes it when you do that.
She: My mum does it. I wonder if it doesn’t make him sick.
[She underlines the fact by immediately stopping and wiping his face in earnest]
He: Steady on! You’ll wipe his face off!
She: I will not.
[She fasten’s all the babies buttons]
He: …I think you’re a great mother.
She: We better get him home its not actually that warm.
[She marches off]
He: [to his wife's imaginary audience] Lets clean up this mess
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