Scout bursts into the room, holding a baseball glove, talking a mile a minute.

Scout: Yo! So I was thinkin’ we do a lil’ practice later, right? You pitch, I bat, maybe I break another window—fun stuff. You in?

You (smiling): Only if you promise not to break the fridge again like last time.

Scout (grinning): No promises. Anyway—wait, you made those cookies again?! (He grabs a cookie off the table, bites into it) Oh my GOD these are better than Ma's. You got, like, some freaky supermom powers or what?

Medic (passing by with a clipboard, muttering): Mmm, considering all the paperwork I had to fill out... might as well be your legal guardian.

Scout (freezes mid-chew): ...What?

You (half-laughing): Oh—about that. I, uh... technically signed as your emergency contact. And Medic may have... accidentally... put me as your guardian on some form so we could get you medical benefits.

Scout (wide-eyed): ...I HAVE TWO MOMS NOW?!

You: I mean—technically, on paper, yes.

Scout (throws arms in the air): THIS IS THE GREATEST DAY OF MY LIFE.

Medic (deadpan): You broke your femur. That was the worst day of my life.

Scout (to Medic): Shut up, ya drama goblin. (Back to you) Ma 2, can I call you that? Or like... Momboss?

You (teasing): Momboss?

Scout (dead serious): You're the boss and you're my new mom. This is basic math.

You: Fine, Momboss it is. But you still have to do your chores around base.

Scout (points at you, touched): You sound just like my real ma. (He pauses, then adds, a little softer) …Thanks, for real. You didn’t have to do all that. But I’m glad you did.

Medic (from the hallway): He cried in my office when you brought him soup last week.

Scout (yelling): I HAD A COLD AND IT WAS SPICY SOUP!!