Haddie skips out her front door, dressed like a secretary (and wearing shoes way less cute than the ones Kristina suggested) to ride to work with Aunt Julia. She doesn't make it to the car before Kristina rushes out after her, shod in only one Ugg, to give her her lunch. Oh, but Haddie doesn't need her brown bag, because Important Aunt Julia will be taking her to lunch, lawyer-style. Haddie is way over the moon excited about all of this, by the way, as if she has never set foot in an office before. Poor Kristina babbles and thanks Julia for doing all of this. Julia brushes all of this off, of course, because they must hurry to get to the office. Kristina is left flashing a feeble, motherly thumbs up.

Mr. Cyr is having a teaching moment, going through SAT flashcards with Amber. One-on-one vocabulary quizzing? Really? Dude, are you not thinking clearly? Amber is struggling with a few words, but swears she has been studying, even using her fancy words in everyday speech. "You can call my mom to corroborate, if you please," she says. Mr. Cyr at least looks a little pale at this suggestion, but glosses over it, saying he won't need to do that, but does need to know if she has her iPod with her. Amber cuts her eyes sideways. "No. They're not allowed on school grounds," she says. "So, why would I?" Mr. Cyr smirks. "I know you're packing," he says. "I saw you." She thinks he's taking it away, and vociferously (SAT word) complains. I wish that was what was happening, but unfortch he's not taking it away, he needs it to load the playlist he made her. Oh, poor Amber. Her face goes through a million levels of true love as she leans TOO CLOSELY over his shoulder to watch him load what she probably assumes is the playlist that secretly indicates his love for her. All it does is make me mad at Mr. Cyr.

Speaking of inappropriate, Crosby has arrived with Jabbar at the swank home of the foreign yoga lady and her son, Milo. He is very impressed and says so. "It's the one perk of catching your husband with an h-o-o-k-e-r," she spells. What is this chick's name? Who knows? Did they say it already? I truly can't be bothered. She is wearing a shirt that shows the entirety of her cleavage and, honestly, some wardrobe person should be ashamed. Crosby has obviously seen the milkshake, and it has indeed brought him here, to the (back)yard. "We have a pool!" Milo says to Jabbar. Jabbar excitedly says yeah, he knows, and Crosby has an ocean! Ha! "Jabbar, it's not polite to brag," Crosby laughs. "It's more of a marina than it is an ocean." The MILF suggests that Milo show Jabbar the tennis court. Crosby oohs and aahs, and says he doesn't know how competitive Jabbar will be, as they don't really have him on the country club circuit, yet. Har har. MILFy says her ex seems to think Milo will soon be a tennis champion, even though he can't hold a racquet. "What about you and Jabbar's mom?" she asks, making a segue that could be seen from space. "Are you guys... cool?" Crosby uncomfortably says that, yeah, they are. "It's a funny story, actually," he starts, but is interrupted by Jabbar who tags him "it." He takes off across the lawn after the kids.