Back at the Binder Boudoir, we finally get to meet Donna. We learn that she's a tough-talking career gal (in fact, she's a newspaper reporter, just like her husband), as well as a loving and caring mother. We know this because she's got a baby in one arm, and she's using the other to hold the phone she's screaming into. Her other arm, not her other baby. Primarily because she doesn't have another baby. Yet. More on that later, too. Mickey returns home to this scene of domestic bliss, and he completely ignores the maid behind them in the kitchen as he rushes to greet his wife and young son. Donna covers the phone long enough to ask him to change the baby's diaper, but Mickey refuses and whines that he can't be expected to change a diaper immediately upon returning home because he needs time to "acclimate." Instead of putting down the phone, kicking him in the nuts, and filing for divorce like any other sane woman would do, Donna merely shoves the kid into his arms and goes back to her phone call. Wow. We're only four minutes in now, and I already hate every character on the show. This doesn't bode well. Hell, even Dawson was likable four minutes in. ["No, he wasn't." -- Sars]
Cut to Mickey changing the diaper and whining to the baby. Man, this guy never shuts up. You'd also think that someone who was so worried about "acclimating" would have at least taken off his heavy overcoat before trying to change a diaper, but I guess not. The scene ends with the obligatory lotion-squirting sight gag, and I actually had to cringe and turn away. You know, I was little worried at this point that my decision to actively dislike this show from day one would once again be proven wrong, much like what happened with Six Feet Under. I think it's safe to say, however, that Mike Binder is no Alan Ball, and when we talk a bit more about Mike's movie career down there in the next paragraph, you'll realize just how true that is.