Duration: 29.8s

Okay. You all right, Mom? Me? Oh. Yes. Never better. Ah. What'd you put down here anyway, a roller skate? No. Just batter. Me and Ms. Wilbur made cookies. Oh. That explains it. - Come have some eggs. - I can't. I gotta go mail something. But I made the beds and put away the twins' toys. Thanks, sweetheart. You didn't have to do that. I don't mind. - Something's burning. - Just a second, sweetie. Bean, don't feed your brother with your feet. - Mom! The toast! - I got it!