Duration: 1m39s

Damn. How many kids you got? I know. I have to remind myself sometimes that its only three. But its not as bad as it looks, once you get used to the system. Okay, for example, sports are white pegs... music are yellow, um... tutoring is blue, and household chores are red. Well, which peg says its time for me to drink a 40 and watch Dr. Phil? You're funny. Um, my husband, Tom, seems to think that I'm a little too obsessive about this... but, you know, the world is changing. And I want my kids to be able to take advantage of it in every way. - Oh, rats! Oh, I'll handle it. Uh, all I need is a hammer and a mop. - Oh, that's actually our dog, Poncho. He hasn't really been himself lately. We had this other dog named Carla. - She was Ponchos girlfriend. And she was out playing with a ball, and there was this, um, wood chipper. - Wood chipper? - Oh, he saw the whole thing. - He blames himself. It's a tragedy, really. Anyway, lets go meet the children. First, we have Andrew. He's three. Oh, my goodness. I know. He does that all day long. And you would think that he would get hurt, but he never seems to. Boy, you are two kinds of crazy. You cant be throwing yourself around like that. Oh, he doesn't speak, at all. We've taken him to a bunch of specialists. They insist nothing's wrong... that hell talk when he's ready. So until then- Well, I hope he's wearing a cup.