Maggie's Future Child

Seated on a long couch. Small children approach and introduce themselves gravely and professionally. Their parents are in the kitchen, being shy. One boy introduces himself with a southern drawl. "Mah name's Wowler." He's got yellow hair, blue jean overalls with no shirt underneath and, upon closer inspection, a very impressive five o' clock shadow. He's about four years old, and lives in a van by the river. (I wake up thinking he might belong to Maggie).

My fake uncle comes into the living room and sits on an exercise machine/recliner. He holds a couple of those little egg shakers in his hands and begins to tap out a simple rhythm on his face. His motions become more complex and he incorporates movable parts of the exercise machine into his sound symphony. Eric's jaw drops. Everyone is captivated by this veritable landscape of tapping and clicking and just as we're sure it's about to get even better he gets distracted and drops an egg.