One Fine Day Page #3

All right?

OK.

Here's an idea. I watch the kids right now

while you do your presentation.

I heard you say you had one in 15 minutes.

And you watch her for me later today while

I do the column. It'll only take an hour or so.

Hi! Maggie Taylor calling.

I have an urgent message

for stupid Sammy Parker.

I'm not stupid. You're stupid.

I don't think so. I only let incredibly

responsible people watch my son.

I'm incredibly responsible.

- I'm hungry, Daddy.

- Want a Tic Tac?

- No.

- That's all I got.

Here, baby.

- What's that?

- A muffin. Thank you, Melanie.

You're welcome, sweetheart.

You were saying?

I was saying that maybe we could

just help each other out today.

Well...

Hey!

- Looks like you missed the boat.

- I guess we did.

I really don't need your help, but if I did,

you would be the very last

person I would turn to.

These are the class fish. They were

supposed to be back in the classroom at 8:30.

Now they are spending the day with you.

God, I am going to be so late.

I have such a day.

- A bus!

- But, Mom...

- Those aren't toys, honey.

- Mom, that's not your phone. Mom!

Don't be like that when you grow up.

She just drops off the... bag of cookies...

and tells me to keep 'em for a week.

How do you feel about the cookies, Jack?

Love the cookies.

Have a big problem with the...

- Cookie-maker?

- That's right.

The cookie-maker thinks

that all I am interested in

or all that I'm capable of handling

with respect to the cookie in question

is the...

- The frosting?

- Exactly. Exactly.

Just because the frosting is my specialty

doesn't mean that I can't do more.

I have many layers to me.

And they're not all vanilla, either.

I have chocolate in me.

I have a deep, dark chocolate...

I'm still hungry, Daddy.

- Darling, let Doc Martin and I finish.

- But what about the cookies?

Just a little while. OK?

I'm sick of angry, resentful...

fish...

who think that you owe them,

but who won't trust you for a second

to do anything for 'em.

- There are other fish in the sea.

- Yes, I know.

It's just... I wish I could find a fish

who wasn't afraid of my dark-chocolate layer.

And she'd have to love my cookie too.

You know, I think that my ex... cookie-maker

has turned me off to fish entirely.

I met a real piece of work this morning.

Tell me about her, Jack.

This fish was a fox.

She had her own cookie too.

But what a female dog.

She shoved her fish in my face...

In front of the cookie?

What's she doing with another fish anyway?

Is she AC/DC?

- What are you talkin' about?

- Fish... with other fish, in front of cookies.

Fish.

Fish fish.

I see.

- After you.

- No, after you.

- I insist.

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