Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

That Dad's vulnerable.

Oh, good. You're finally up.

That's it. End of story.

I feel so alive!

I need help, Pops, not your old-man yarns.

Listen, I did write about someone in the family, but it's a "he."

I'll write about myself, how I survived my crazy "smother"

who had a date with two different Shirleys last night.

Let's be clear, I am going skiing with Lainey,

You'd wake up at dawn, hop out of bed at lightning speed,

We went into that snow fort as scared boys,

Another lecture on the dangers of cold weather.

I chose to write about Mom,

so you wouldn't overreact like you are right now?

we played in the snow as a family for hours.

Of course! Now we know he's all bark and no bite.

Please don't ruin it by being you.

Oh! Oh, sorry, I drifted off to sleep there.

From this moment on, I say we do the things that annoy him

I wish I could,

like we should have done in the first place.

There you are, boopie. I need your fashion expertise.

and became my own hero!

But we're back in the house now. It's over.

You'll always be a hero to me.

Sit down and hold on

an indoor basketball court.

Now, I know there were times when I quietly wondered

What the hell just happened?

- Suddenly I'm up on top of the world - Oh, sweetie,

What makes a hero? Hmm.

And I'm gonna take you to my Friday-night scrapbooking club