"I came here to tell you that our therapist had some great things to say after you left, and I'm gonna keep on seeing her, and I'm gonna fix our marriage. Even if I have to do it alone." This is a great plan, Paul. Cathy appreciates it, but that still isn't the point. Paul can have Autumn and Winter and Spring, but the Summer is for Adam. "I need the summer, Paul. Just give me that. Please?"

She rushes out and finds Andrea, walking as promised past the UU church, with some gross slushie, atomically red, in her hand. "Do you have your license?" Yes, Andrea says, "But my picture sucks." She tells Andrea to get in and drive, and snatches the slushie away as they're trading seats, pouring it out on the asphalt: "Because I like you, Andrea." Cathy doesn't tell her not to say fuck this time, because she's in a hurry.

Andrea pulls them around behind the school bus that will take the kids to soccer camp, and Cathy Jamison pulls out her paintgun and stands on the shotgun seat, up through the moonroof, and after some pretty nice grouping and some pretty hilarious confusion on the part of Andrea, the bus pulls over. All the boys on the bus approve of Mrs. Jamison. Her beautiful body.

"I'm not gonna spend the entire summer with my lunatic mother," he says, with all the other boys staring. She puts it right back in his face, once again parenting him to within an inch of death. "I am not crazy because I want to spend time with you this summer. I just miss you. I miss you so much. When you were born, everyone said to me Don't let your baby sleep in the bed with you. You'll never get him out. But I couldn't help it. I pulled you into me and I... I put my face really close to your little face so I could feel you breathing in my mouth, and I knew you were safe."

So now in addition to teaching him to take care of his clothes, Cathy has made sure that her son will never, ever get laid in Minneapolis. Well done. He shrinks visibly and begs her to stop, but you use everything you've got.

They both do. He stands up, angry and embarrassed, hateful. A man's length. Stronger than her.