Ready Set

Lights flicker.
"Whoa!"
Again.
"No!"
Again.
"See? We can't start a family in a house with crummy fuses!"
"You are absolutely right!"
"So let's go slow, no skipping a step!"
"What's the point of having children if we're drowning in dept? yeah we're totally-"
"Completely!"
"Maybe 80%?"
"I'd say 78."
"Ready to take the next step! The next step! The next step! The next step! Ready set let's - AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
They fall to the floor.
"See? I wasn't kidding, it's a story about death!"

Barbara finishes her studying.
"Look at these pots! Amazingly glazed and terracottary! I took some clay and made you pottery! The world will never wreak you, I'll protect you with a mother's embrace. Folks say 'Barbara, why can't you see that ceramics is simply a manifestation of motherly panic. By making a baby that's breakable, aren't you creating way of translating the terror of making maternal mistakes into clay, hiding away so you don't have to face being a bad mom, Barbara! That's what you've done Barbara!' Just make a start! Are you whiling to take the next step? Ready set!"

"'why do polish a crib when you don't have a kid, and even if you did have a kid, this crib is too precious for placing a baby inside it so exists to remind you your sense of perfection is just a reflection that you are not mentally prepared for a kid, ADAM. Why don't you live, ADAM? Just make a start!' Are you whiling to take the next step? Ready set, ready set!"

Adam and Barbara walk toward the coach. Adam grabs a rag, and starts to polish his crib, Barbara takes her pots and studies them for anything terrible on them.
"Look at this crib. And all of it's glorious antiquery. Every curve and surface speaks to me. Saying 'Pamper and soil me, Sammy anoil me come on!' I know to the untrained eye it's boring, but nothing's a chore when you're restoring a part from frustration, pain, and financial drain, it's fun! Folks say 'Adam . . ."