Kelly & Cal Page #2
Maybe it is.
Maybe it has to do with...
- Hi.
Are you guys an organized
mommies group or...
- This is the Glendora Park
mothers group.
- Cool.
Well, I just moved here
a few months ago,
right before he was born,
so I haven't gotten out yet.
online.
Okay.
- Yeah, there's an application
and, a membership fee
for snacks and activities.
- Sure, that makes sense.
- But everyone's welcome
to join.
- See you soon.
- You bet.
Hey.
- Hey.
You can ignore that.
Come in.
Is he sleeping?
- Yeah.
Finally.
Where did you get
all these signs?
- It was a stupid game
me and my girlfriend, Bailey,
used to play.
Ex-girlfriend.
- Nice place.
- Thank you.
Welcome to the clubhouse.
- Let me get you a beer.
- No, I'm nursing.
- Well, you know, some cultures
prescribe a daily beer
for nursing mothers...
Guinness especially.
I think I have one back here.
- I love Guinness.
But I'm not... no.
I'm... thank you.
Um...
so you live out here?
- Yes, I do.
My parents didn't want
to remodel.
- Wow.
Are they gonna invest
in a decent ramp anytime soon?
- What's wrong with my ramp?
- Wobbles.
- Well, I like to live
dangerously.
Besides, what's the worst
that could happen, really?
So...
my mom is suddenly this
huge crusader for the disabled.
She's all over the high school
to upgrade access to the stadium
for graduation,
which I have no plans
on attending.
But why should that stop her?
I mean, there's, like,
genocide in Darfur
and human trafficking
all throughout Eastern Europe,
but her son needs
a new f***ing ramp.
Yeah, whatever.
She was probably secretly
pleased when it happened.
It gave her something to do.
F***ing clip my wings
just a little bit.
My father, on the other hand,
completely convinced
that I'm not gonna be
in this chair long enough
to warrant getting a new ramp.
He's all bedazzled by these
new advances
in stem cell research,
you know...
theoretical advances, mind you.
"You'll be vertical in no time,
buddy."
Vertical.
F***ing jock.
Sh*t.
My bad.
- It's not you.
He does this all the time.
It's like he hates me.
- What's his name?
- Jackson.
- Jackson?
- Can I call him Jack?
- Yeah, sure.
- You ever try swaddling?
- What?
- Swaddling.
May I?
- Okay.
- Hand him to me.
- Hold his head.
- Try to take this blanket off
here.
You don't want him to get
too hot.
Hello, Jack.
There we go.
Look at that, buddy.
Hey, Jack, that's my quiet
- I used to work
at this halfway house
for recovering meth addicts.
There was a lot of unwed mothers
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