Barb and Nicki commiserate over Margene's baffling inability to feel "included" after they dump the labor-intensive laundry chores on her and ask the one relative agnostic spouse in the family to select an appropriate Bible for a gift.
Margene's fuming as she does the laundry, athletically hauling out the white clothing with one arm while the other clutches baby Lester. He happens to be clutching a red crayon. Gosh, there's no way that crayon will drop unnoticed into the whites right as they're going into the dryer, is there? Margene slams shut the dryer and tells Lester, "They think Mommy's a moron." He looks back at her all, Have you noticed my empty hands yet? I rest my case.
At a restaurant downtown, Cindy is handing over a school picture of a blond high-school-aged boy, crowing that Joseph finally got his varsity patch for cross-country. Jennifer is the freshman shortstop on the JV softball team ("I said, 'Sweetheart, that doesn't mean you can't make an Olympic team one day,'" Cindy says) and then oh, this is as if someone hung out on an adoption board online and distilled all the negative stereotypes into one woman. Cindy hands over a picture of a cute little Asian girl and coos, "Our golden lion. Kim Lee. She's eight now. Such beautiful skin, like a doll! And her accent is almost completely gone. She's going to be saying 'y'all' by the time she's in the sixth grade, I think. Oh, she's so good in music and math -- wow. Asian children are just more talented in certain areas."