Susan points out that Jackson isn't actually sleeping in the same house as MJ, because MJ was at a sleepover last night. In fact, Jackson and MJ haven't even met, so the checking up and hanging out is really not necessary. Mike completely ignores her and says he'll pick Jackson up tomorrow night. She said he can't decide these things by himself. He reminds her now nice he was about their custody agreement, but that he can haul her back to court if he's not satisfied about who she exposes MJ to. I'm not sure I love the choice of the word "expose" when talking about your child, but then I also don't really like Mike at all in this scene. I can't tell if it's because he's actually being a jerk or if I'm just defensive because I heart Jackson/Brian/Gale so very much. He closes with a snotty, "Got it?" And, yeah, I'm pretty sure Mike's just being a jerk.

Susan walks back in and Jackson says he's sorry. That's not how he wanted to meet Mike. She said he can tell Mike that tomorrow when Mike picks him up. She responds to his confusion with, "I'll explain over breakfast." That is TV language for, "The viewers already know what's happening, so that explanation will take place after our scenes are over, so that they don't have to sit through it twice." Thank you for that, Susan. She asks Jackson if he got the paper. He didn't, so he goes back to get it and -- remember his bad timing? -- comes face to face with MJ, who says, "Who are you?" Like father, like son.

Credits, followed immediately by Susan jogging. I'll assume she and Jackson already had breakfast. Mary Alice tells us that if there's one thing people in suburbia appreciate, it's a good neighbor. Susan illustrates this point by stopping to help Lynette unload groceries. Tom further illustrates it by bring Carlos his misdelivered mail. A redheaded kid (we later learn it's Parker Scavo) offers to mow Bree's lawn. And Dave screws in an outdoor bulb for Katherine. Mary Alice says Dave knows this good-neighbor platitude better than anyone, and was determined to be the best neighbor Wisteria Lane had ever seen. Not that it would take much, really.