JAMES
He walks by with a tennis ball and goes to his play kitchen. He makes some preparations, then opens up the oven and carefully sets the ball in. Sensing that an explanation is needed he looks over.
"I'm making roast ball. It should be ready just in time for when Emma [the babysitter] gets here."
OWEN
We're wrapping up lunch. I set Owen down and begin to sweep up all the food that was on the floor.
Owen walks off, toting around his Curious George.
I take James' plate and silverware, toss his last sandwich crust into the trash, then put the plate and silverware into the sink.
Owen walks by me into the kitchen, babbling to himself and still holding George.
I wipe down the mess on the table and collect my own dishes.
Owen walks by me munching on James' sandwich crust.
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