Sam creeps into the living room with a private little smile on her face, ostensibly remembering that nailing Luka makes her Chicago's most envied carpenter. The grin vanishes when Alex pops up from his room or beneath a rock or under a piece of peeling linoleum. He brandishes something he announces might be a roach -- and which, naturally, he then eats. Sam is remarkably unalarmed that her son might've just ingested the scourge of the insect world. "Just an old raisin," Alex shrugs, disappointed and vastly more disturbed than I thought. He flips on the TV. Sam uncomfortably plops down on the couch and suggests that perhaps they should talk. Alex hopes it's about satellite TV, but when he hears the bedroom door open, he whirls around and sees Luka buttoning his shirt. Immediately, Alex turns off the TV. It's a bit creepy -- like he doesn't want to be distracted from the view. Luka surveys the scene and articulately states his position: "Oh." No wonder his lectures are so unpopular. Sam turns back around and clears her throat, increasingly mortified.
Cut to Susan and Chuck, our budding nuclear family -- by which I mean, the family from which a mushroom cloud of some type seems most likely to emanate. He wants to pick her up after work, so that she doesn't take the El and risk slipping, falling, and bruising what he calls "the little Martin kid." Susan laughingly refuses to make any surname decisions, announcing that the kid's going to be a Lewis until further notice. "Okay, whatever you say, Mommy," Chuck retorts, snickering. Susan scolds him affectionately for this. As she should -- nothing creeps me out more than parents who call each other "Mommy" and "Daddy." You have real names. Leave the Oedipal fantasies to psychopaths and ancient Greeks, please. Chuck gingerly brings up the idea of her introducing him to her father, and it wasn't until now that I even remembered that her father lives locally. Indeed, perhaps I never knew that in the first place. Susan balks, and it's because she hasn't even told her father she's pregnant. Chuck's entertained and sort of confused, and I love Chuck for being so generally jolly that he doesn't take this as the affront it quite possibly may be. I enjoy affable people.