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
