Close-up on Lynette's wedding ring as she wipes down baby girl P's face. In comes Tom to announce that he's going to be home late because he has to go out for drinks for work. Work is hard! Lynette wants to talk to him about something: it's been ten days since they've had sex, and the longest they've ever gone before is nine days. Tom is a little incredulous, almost sure that they did it the previous Thursday? No, Lynette reminds him, they started to have sex last Thursday, but then he fell asleep. Tom: "Is this why you're so worried? Because we can do it tonight if you want to." Tom? That is the most romantic thing I have ever heard. Bravissimo. Lynette: "Whatever." Tom: "No. I have ten days pent up in me. We are doing it tonight!" They kiss, and Tom assures Lynette that she has nothing to worry about. There's a knock on the front door, and Tom asks Lynette to tell the car pool that he's going to be right there; he just has to go grab his briefcase. And who should be at the door but Annabel in a very cleavage-friendly top. Annabel's electronic device tweets. She apologizes to Lynette and starts punching buttons. Lynette stares wistfully at all that high-power button-pushing. Remember the days when she herself used to punch the buttons on electronic devices? Back when she didn't to stay at home with her sea of children? She looks down at her baby-stained frump-top and PJ bottoms and looks even more chagrined. Tom skips down the stairs, and together he and Annabel sweep out the door.