She turns up her nose and shakes her head. "You promised me fries. No way am I eating that." Robbie, on the other hand, is suddenly very interested in the food. "No." Now she has to chose between facing food the kid wants to chew on and...birds the kid wants to chew on. "You know stuff like that can kill you, don't you?" Yes, motherhood seems to have made Liz concerned about nutrition.

"He can't even walk. Something tells you you're gonna get warn out before he does." Liz says before trading Robbie for the remainder of the hot dog. She sneakily goes to dump it in a trash bin. "And if you get worn out you'll ruin date night."