(It's Friday night, after the harrowing visit to the doctor. Mommytobe is sitting on the couch, listening to the newly purchased Raffi CD. Daddytobe is feeling quite overwhelmed by all of the changes going on in his and his beloved's life, and has helped himself to his beer of choice, Miller Genuine Draft...)

A CONVERSATION

(Mommytobe:)
Baby can you hear me?
How about a song or two?
OK, stop that kicking!
I'll be quiet for you.
Baby, baby, baby, baby...

(Daddytobe:)
Baby can you hear me?
Wanna drink some beer, too? (Mommytobe gives him THE LOOK)
Honey, I'm just kidding!
Sorry if I bugged you!
Oh, baby, baby baby...

Please excuse your Daddy
Getting overwhelmed, too
I'm up to beercan number 3
Don't you like a drink, too?
Oooh, baby, baby, baby...
(Daddytobe is lurching around the living room, babbling...)


A FIGHT

(Mommytobe:)
It's not funny at all!
You have had too much to drink
Now can't you see the whole connection?
You may think it's scary
But, please, you need to look at yourself
You can't let these pressures affect you!

(Daddytobe:)
You don't need me
Anyway the crow flies
(Mommytobe:)
Don't come near me, you are in your temper

(Now Babytobe, inside the womb, is hearing something that he/she has never hear before, the sound of aggression. We hear the argument from his/her perspective, and she/he begins to fear something for the very first time, yet has not even been born...)

...BUYS!... CRIES! ...FLIES!... HIGHS!... LIES! ...PRIZE!... SIGHS!... TIES! ...VISE!... WISE!... GUYS... GUYS...GUYS!!!!...

(Mommytobe suddenly has a sharp pain wrack through her abdomen, and she reels. Daddytobe grabs her before she falls to the floor. The fight has ceased...)

Throw away the beer or
I'll go home to Mother!!

Throw away the beer or
I'll go home to Mother!!

(SOUND EFFECTS: BEER CANS OPEN, POURED INTO TOILET, TOILET FLUSHES....)