Early morning. A three-year-old boy cuddles in bed between his two mommies. Isaac: I want Rachel to take me downstairs.
Isaac: Because I want Rachel to take me downstairs. Just Rachel.
Susan: Okay. I hear you. You want Rachel to take you downstairs.
Isaac: Yes. To eat my breakfast.
Susan: Sounds good. But Isaac, I have a question for you. Why do you want Rachel to take you downstairs?
Isaac: Because I like Rachel. I like Rachel better than you.
Susan: I can see that. Why do you like her better than me?
Isaac: Because I do.
Susan: But do you know why?
Susan: No, I'm asking you.
Isaac: (removing his thumb from his mouth) Because when I grow up I'm going to get married to Rachel.
Susan: Isaac, do you know that I'm married to Rachel?
Isaac: And I'm going to put you in the garbage truck.
Isaac: Yes. Because it has very. Powerful. Crushers.