His head is crowded with rolling eyeballs and clucking tongues as June waits to hear about ‘the man part’ of having a baby. Those judges he’s conjured include Campbell’s mothers, Julie, his parents, and several members of The Virginia Woolf Society with whom, in Glasgow, he’d discussed the prospect of Women’s-Studies parenting.
“She’ll probably wear pink tutus and watch princess movies no matter what I do,” McCormick joked. No one saw the irony. Or the comedy. But June he can count on. His lip-synced “Walk Like an Egyptian” breaks the spell and they Funky Tut their way out the door.