Baby With The Bathwater
Baby With The Bathwater
Baby With The Bathwater
SCENE 1
The home of JOHN and HELEN, a couple in their late twenties or early thirties.
They are standing over a bassinet.
John: You’re welcome. (They smile at one another warmly. Back to the bassinet.) Hello, baby.
Hello. Coooo.
Helen (firmly): I just don’t want to make the child insane—that’s all. Bringing up a child is a
delicate thing.
John: All right, you’re not a baked potato, sweet pea. (She looks at him in horror; he senses her
look. ) And you’re not a sweet pea either. You’re a baby. Bay-bee. Bay-bee.
John: What?
John: Are you crazy? You’ve read the statistics on children from broken homes. Do you want
to do that to our child?
Helen: I don’t feel ready for marriage, I didn’t when we got married, I should have said no.
Helen: You have blond hair. I don’t like men with blond hair. I like men with dark hair, but I’m
afraid of them. I’m not afraid of you. I hate you.
Helen: Don’t talk about postpartum depression, you know nothing about it. (To baby:) Men just
don’t understand things, do they sweetie pie?
Helen: If I’m right, I’m right. It has nothing to do with winning. (To baby:) Men don’t know how
to argue. That’s why they always end up hitting people.
Helen: Boys and men hit one another constantly. They attack one another in the street, they
play football, they wrestle on television, they rape one another in prison, they rape women and
children in back alleys. (To baby:) Beware of men, darling. Be glad you’re not ever going to be a
man.
John: That’s an awful thing to say. And is it a girl? I thought it was a boy?
Helen: We don’t know what sex it is. It’s too young. The doctor said we could decide later.
John: You don’t decide later. Gender is a fact, it’s not a decision.
Helen: That’s not what the doctor said to me. He said something about the DNA molecule.
They’re splitting it differently now. He said if the DNA combined one way, the child would have
testosterone and then we could either have it circumcised or not, depending. Or else the DNA
combines with estrogen, in which case it would be a girl. Or in some cases, the DNA combines
with cobalt molecules, and then the child would be radioactive for 5,000 years and we’d have
to send it out into orbit.
Helen: Can’t you speak English? I’m married to an idiot. (To baby: ) Your father is an idiot. Oh
God, please let me meet a dark-haired man who’s smarter than I am. (To John:) Oh why don’t
you go away? I don’t like you.