Cut to Lynette asleep on the couch. The doorbell rings, and it's the mom, returning Lynette's P-twins. The boys are bloodied and scuffed. The mom is sorry to report that the four boys decided to have a rock fight. P-twin #1, super-enthusiastically: "It was fun!" Lynette: "Well, they look fine to me!" The mom is thrilled. Lynette asks her, "Same time next week?" And while I like to make fun of Lynette and her less-than-stellar parenting instincts, I've got to say, part of me (and not a small part) kind of loves her brusque "eh, they'll be fine" practicality. At least she's not overprotective -- one of those moms who fuss over their children so much that they grow up into shell-less crabs, completely incapable of dealing with anything. ["Word. Parents in general are way too antsy these days. (Not my friends who have kids and might read this. You all are great.)" -- Wing Chun]

The credits roll for all of three seconds, and then, suddenly...we're back! Wow, they're really hopping to it this week.

MAVO: "Cameras are simple tools designed to capture images -- images that tell us more about ourselves than we realize." This rather obvious and also idiotic intro paves the way for a parade of framed photos, starting with a group shot of Bree, Gabby, Lynette, Susan, and Mary Alice. "They remind us of the long journey we've taken" (we see a framed photo of Karl, Susan, and Julie, all smiling hugely), "the loved ones who traveled alongside us" (photo of the Scavo brood), "those we lost along the way" (the waxen wedding shot of Bree and Rex), "and those waiting for us on the road ahead." The photo montage of photos ends with a close-up on Gabby's sonogram picture, which she's currently using as a coaster at a gathering of the Ladies (minus Lynette). They're all huddled around Gabby's table, having ice cream and consoling Susan (who, you may remember, was sobbing her guts out in the middle of Wisteria Lane when last we saw her). Gabby lifts up her cup, thus revealing the sonogram once more, and Edie's expression sours: "Okay, how am I supposed to eat with a uterus staring me in the face?" Yay, Edie! The ladies all cluck and chirp over the unborn fetus, and Bree tells Gabby that she needs to get it framed (after all, "cameras are tools designed to capture images -- images that tells us more about ourselves than we realize"). Gabby pooh-poohs them all and tosses the pic in a drawer. Bree smilingly chastises Gabby, all, "Come on, that's a picture of your baby, you can't tell me you're not a little bit excited." Gabby, waving her hands around sarcastically: "Fine. I'm pregnant. Wheeeeeee!" The ladies giggle.