(scene opens in frantic parlor, three out of four spawnlings in scout uniforms.)
Me: Everyone got their shoes on? Uniforms on? Find your coats.
Husband: Gamma. Fix your belt.
(camera cuts to Gamma in Webelo uniform, scout belt all twisted)
Gamma: (struggles with scout belt)
Husband: Did you miss a belt loop?
Me: (aggravated) Here, let me help. This part is…. (hesitates) Gamma? You somehow managed to tuck your pants into your pants.
(everyone pauses, exchanges looks)
Husband: (sighs) I’m getting in the car. Head out when you two are ready.