Casa Rebel, Rebel. Susan sits down Julie and Austin and offers them cookies. You see, she explains, she's "much more comfortable playing the good cop" when it comes to parenting. And look! Here comes the bad cop: Karl rolls up in his red convertible. Karl, to Susan about Austin: "That the guy?" Susan, with more fate-tempting glee: "Yeah! Get 'im!"
Outside, Karl gestures wildly while Austin stands there calmly with his arms crossed. Inside, Susan says to Julie: "Face it, I outsmarted you." I hear hubris is really good on pita bread. Karl come charging back inside: "Who's Ian?" he asks Susan. Turns out Karl is way more perturbed by the fact that Susan's moved on from Mike to Ian, seeing as Karl let Susan go based on the assumption that he was freeing her to be with her one "true love." Susan tries to get Karl back on topic by asking him to picture Austin's hand up Julie's shirt, ew. But Karl will not be deterred. He's a little wounded bird boy who's lost his sparkly crush. He petulantly asks how "serious it is with this Ian guy?" Somehow I just don't buy Karl being so free and easy with his pique; engineering a confrontation between a doctor and a plumber and then sitting back to laugh and then pick up the pieces is so much more his style. What a waste of Karl that scene was. Julie and Austin play up the salacious elements of the story: Julie dishes that Ian's actually married, Austin dishes that the poor wife is in a coma. Karl to Susan: "That's it, I forbid you to see this guy!" Susan scoffs. Julie, clearly with a future in the law: "Mom has a point, Dad, you can't tell a woman who [sic] she can and can't date." Susan: "Exactly! Wait, no."
Casa Scared-y P. Lynette and Big P are sitting on the porch together, P is reading a comic books. The P-twins run by, wearing helmets and carrying fake guns. They appear to be playing a delightful Grocery Store Shoot 'Em Up game; that's one way to process. Lynette encourages Big P to join in the gun-toting fun, but he prefers to stay glued to Lynette's side. Lynette spies hero neighbor Art moving some boards around in his front lawn.
Cut to Lynette, over in Art's yard again. She has a favor to ask of him. She tells him how her kids are struggling to get over the whole supermarket crisis. Just then, the P-twins walk by. P-twin One to P-twin Two: "You're my hostage. Keep moving or I'll blow your face off." Lynette laughs, "Not so much them, but my other son." Um, Lynette? I'm not entirely sure that you're giving the P-twins' behavior the attention it deserves? I'd say that all your kids are doing some serious processing.