Scene 1: Inge is dressed for festivities; a wedding is in the offing. A plaid fleece blanket is draped bridally over her head. Another fleece blanket is tucked around her waist, creating the fleeting impression of a skirt. She looks very demure, as befits the bride-to-be, and she carries already under her shirt the child, we assume, she will later produce as the first offspring. She doesn't understand the chronology of these things. Lewis is playing with modeling clay. He is to be the groom, yet he is not dressed for the occasion, and he preserves an impermeable silence regardless of what Inge says to him. This is the response he has found to be his best defense against micromanagement, and so he often employs it--in unconscious imitation, one can hardly help thinking, of husbands both larger and wiser than he (though of course, not of mine).
Inge: Lewis! Come to the wedding! Lewis!! Come to the wedding! Lewis! It's time for the wedding, and I miss you! (Softly) Yes, I do. LEWIS! It's pretty bad to be making cakes before a wedding.
Frustration ensues, and is probably the underlying cause, a few moments later, of the bride biting the groom on the cheek for his lack of cooperation, both past and present.
Scene 2, the bathroom: Discipline has just been administered. Inge weepeth. So doth Lewis, who suffers from a semi-constant guilt complex and believes himself always to be on the very verge of receiving a spanking whether he has been misbehaving or not.
Mommy: Lewis, stop crying.
Lewis: I need a spanking. (woefully) I'sorry.
Mommy: No you don't. Stop crying. Inge, say you're sorry.
Both children, in unison: Iiiiiii'm soooorrry.
Mommy: No, no. Lewis, you don't need to say sorry. Inge's saying sorry to you.
Lewis: I need a spanking. (Then, reinforcing the idea, he leans over and shoves Inge in the stomach).
Mommy: Lewis! Inge, say you're sorry.
Both children: Iiiiii'm...
Mommy, increasingly at a loss: No, no, no!