All the family goes to bed.

The dogs have to sleep in the playpen, because there are no more beds.

Holding the cradle in her hand, Iris sings to the baby:

“Rock-a-bye baby, thy cradle is green / father’s a nobleman, mother’s a queen…”

… but the baby wakes up. She is hungry. She wants to sleep next to mommy.

Notice here how Mommy & Papa have switched places in bed.

While they sleep, Iris looks for something to give the baby.

“Nothing in the fridge,” she says, lamenting. “Nothing in the freezer—”

—So Mommy gets the car from the garage and takes the baby shopping.

1) First you throw all the balls into the pool. There are many.

2) Then you throw all the balls out of the pool.

3) And then you throw them back in,

4) then out again…

5) etc.

(She had already eaten all the mushrooms and sweet potatoes. There was creme brulee for dessert.)