First, we have Sunday at Gymboree with the Nanny (the supposed, doesn't really exist, nanny... "we don't have one")... the Nanny who likes a bit like Mum at the alpaca farm...

Then upon landing at LAX, suddenly the paps were the 'frenemy'. What a difference 15 hours or so makes, eh?
OFF TO THE AIRPORT IN SYDNEY FOR RETURN TO THE USA
NK: OK…the paps will be at the airport and we want them to get our pictures smiling and happy. Is that clear?
Keith: God I hate this. Did you call them?
NK: Of course I called. We must make sure everyone knows how completely and utterly happy we are. We should kiss, and show them we are in love.
Keith: OK…look happy and kiss. How about Sunday?
NK: Well, of course they’ll get a good picture of the child. Right now, she’s all I have, at least until Woody starts filming.
Keith: I bet the paps will be thick in LAX.
NK: I hate commercial travel. Someone actually looked directly at me on the flight over. Can you imagine? I had the attendant ask them to stop.
Keith: Baby, just ignore it. People are surprised to see us, that’s all.
NK: I won’t have it. One woman even spoke to me when I came out of the bathroom. I just looked in the opposite direction.
Keith: She was just being polite.
NK: It irritates me. I don’t want to be bothered. And if Monday isn’t quiet…if she screams half the flight, I think I’ll blow.
Keith: It’s Sunday. I think her ears bother her when we fly…maybe we should give her a bottle when the plane is descending?
NK: I don’t care … Cassidy will have her and better keep her quiet. I can’t bear listening to her screaming. It drives me nuts. I’ll take her back when we land, so they show me carrying her in the pictures.
Keith: Well, do we kiss for the paps in LA too?
NK: Are you kidding? You’re my protector and I’m way too tired and shy to pose for them. No…we are not cooperative with the paps in LAX and no picture of Wednesday, either.
Keith: So…in LA, I protect you and we don’t pose or kiss for any pics, right?
NK: You’re starting to catch on. Now give me the kid and let’s get this over with.