(Carrie and the new babysitter, Tracy, are watching both of her "boys" playing. Billy was talked into wearing a girl's bathing suit so he could go swimming with his younger brother, who now calls himself Michelle.)
"How... how far do you plan on going with this?" Carrie gulped.
"When Billy was born, did you have two names picked out? You know, like, if it's a boy or a girl?"
"Jennifer," Carrie inhaled, enraptured. "If he had been a girl, I was going to call him Jennifer."
"Uh-huh. Michelle gave me a tour of her closet last night. Jennifer Johnson will have a very nice wardrobe when she starts school next fall."
"Jennifer Johnson." Carrie let the name roll around on her tongue and in her mind as she continued to stare at the scene in the backyard.
"If that's what you want, I'll make it happen," Tracy offered.
"Do you think...? What do we have to do...? How will he go along with it? I don't know...?"
"He'll do it. Look how natural he is, it's like somebody let him out of prison. Look how he's acting with Michelle."
"Like a little Mommy. Like Christine was with her."