No, no, no! You want in, you're gonna have to go through me. I want my kid, Lynette. Kayla! Kayla come out here now! What is going on? Well, first you have a party and you don't invite me. And then you lie about it. So now, we're leaving. Wait a minute, hold on, hold on, hold on Kayla. I'm sorry. We're sorry. We shouldn't have done that. But look, Kayla is having such a good time. Why don't we all just come on in and have some cake and we can just...Lynette, Lynette. We can just have fun. Could you excuse me for one second? Lynette. Okay, okay, I know, but what else could I do? I'm just thinking of Kayla. I know you are, Tom, and I know you love her. Why else do you think I'm willing to put up with all this for six months? Why do you think I'm willing to say to my college roommates, 'Yes, that's my husband's love child and her mother in our Christmas picture.'? Because I am your wife! You always come first with me. Do I still come first with you?