Okay, honey, mama needs you to-ouch (She sitting on the stone floor in the large and overly lavish bathroom, hair pulled back in a high pony tale, sleeves rolled up to her shoulders. Her arms in the large tub, holding the giggling baby still and she sits him in the small water baby seat. He’s laughing loudly, splashing his tiny plastic drumsticks on the sides of the tub, making a rather loud commotion. The bubbles were so high they nearly overflowed onto the ground.)
[peers in, looking alarmed] Soun’s like fuckin’ gunshahts in here.
(Glances over her shoulder, hands full of slippery baby.)
You’re the one who bought him the damn things, your ears should be splitting’, not mine!
(Diddles laughs louder. A little too loudly, causing him to cough, still a little sick from the other night, but wiping his nose with the back of his sudsy hand, he continued his drum solo.)