(scene opens in dim kitchen, Carrot on the floor holding screaming Delta)
Delta: (winding down to hiccuping sobs)
Me: You okay now?
Delta: (tearful nod) I just wan’ help.
Me: Honey, mom can’t help you with that. I don’t know how.
Delta: (tearing up) Make it so I can do it.
Me: (fraying sanity) Baby, I’ve never been able to solve a Rubik Cube. I want to help you but I can’t. I legitimately don’t know how!
Delta: (dissolves into wails of hopeless unending sadness)
Me: (closes eyes, rocks screaming toddler, practices deep breathing)
(pounding growing louder off stage)
Gamma: MOM! HELP ME! (Gamma runs through kitchen to bathroom, sounds of sick echoing off porcelain)
Me: (sighs, rolls weeping toddler off lap) Welp, at least this is something I can take care of.
(cue laugh track, fade to black, cut to car commercial)