Down the street, Susan and Mike sit on his stoop as he opens his mail, most notably a card from her. It's hand-painted. "Whoever sent you that must really love you," Susan coos. Girl, it's been like a month. My parents ran off to Vegas after knowing each other three months -- and have been married thirty-four years this March -- but that's the exception that proves the rule. Dial it down, Needypants. Mike tells Susan it's beautiful, and they kiss. She asks if they're still on for Valentine's Day dinner, and he tells her that he got them reservations at "La Petite Fleur." Susan wiggles around with joy. "Ooh, that place is so pretentious! I've been dying to go there," she squeals. Teri Hatcher delivered that line very well.

Across the street, Lynette is yelling at the boys to get their "little fannies inside." Do they not go to school? Should they not be there right now? Oh, right: the children's school schedule must serve the purposes of the plot. "Oh, poor Lynette. If she doesn't get a new nanny soon, she's gonna implode," Susan says. Thank you, writers, for remembering that she's got a nanny en route. Sometimes, I think you DO love me. Mike shushes Susan, and they creep around to the side of his house, where Platform, Parlor, and Permission are hiding in the bushes. Mike asks who they're hiding from. "Our mom," says Pittsburgh. "She wants to spank us." Mike asks if they've been bad, and they all nod in unison. It's pretty cute. In fact, when they're not around Lynette, I find the little Scavos somewhat adorable. Mike tells them that that if they hide too long, Lynette will start to get worried, and that will only make her angrier. It would probably be in their best interests to go on home and "take [their] lumps." If they do, Mike theorizes, there's a decent chance they'll get the rest of the day to play. The boys confer and eventually agree. Mike gives them all a piggyback ride across the street. It's quite cute, really. And Susan agrees, calling his handling of the Trio of Terror "pretty impressive." Mike grins that he loves kids: "I can't wait to have my own someday." Susan responds by falling on her face. No, literally.