The scene opens with Rebekah coming downstairs with a smelly baby who has just awakened from his nap and the first tomato juice of the season processing on the stove after a long afternoon of gutting and cooking. She is dismayed to hear someone knocking.
Dude On Doorstep: You look like the mom.
Rebekah (holding and surrounded by kids): Right.
DOD: I'm sorry about my accent. I'm from Europe.
Rebekah: Oh, where in Europe?
DOD: Estonia. Most people don't know where that is.
Rebekah: Right above Latvia and Lithuania?
DOD (looking shocked): How did you know that?
Rebekah: We like geography. Hey, kid. What are the colors of Estonia's flag?
Kid: (Makes face and then hides like a jerk.)
Rebekah (so as not to offend Estonian further): Blue, black, and white, right?
DOD (dumbfounded): Are you a homeschooler?
No, Estonian dude, I just hang out with them on the internet. He also failed to stump me on why flamingos are pink and what rhinos' horns are made of. I tried to comfort him by explaining that I simply consider it my job as a mother to know these things. Sadly, his product was so redundant and expensive that I couldn't help him out even after we spent at least half an hour discussing it on my porch.