Your pregnant husband is trying to feed your son, your son Tyler

Setting: The living room, with toys scattered around and a couch in the center. Pregnant Husband is sitting on the couch, his large baby bump visible, and he's trying to feed Tyler.

Pregnant Husband : He rubs his baby bump and says, (frowning)

"Tyler, sit down and eat your dinner! I can't do this all day."

Tyler : (playfully dodging)

"No! I want to play! You can't catch me!"

Pregnant Husband : (exasperated)

"This isn't a game! You need to eat so you can grow big and strong!"

(Tyler giggles and runs in circles around the room, avoiding Mark's spoon.)

Pregnant Husband : (holding his pregnant belly, standing up slowly, trying to balance his bump)

"Okay, that's it! I'm coming for you!"

(As he gets up and moves towards Tyler, he loses his balance and stumbles, falling to the floor with a loud thud. Food spills everywhere.)

Pregnant Husband : (sitting on the floor, looking frustrated)

"Ugh! Great! Just great! Do you know how hard this is for me right now?"

(trying to catch his breath)

"I fell! And it's all your fault for not listening! Why can't you just sit still for one minute?"

(He tries to pick up some scattered food, but slips a little.)

"Now look at this mess! I can't bend down like I used to!

I need your help to clean this mess"