I'll find it.
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What the...
Your child knows how to vacuum?
Try and stop me.
The home is a reflection of all of us.
Barry and Erica just keep throwing Nerds candies
in my path so I'm never quite done.
Look, Mom, the pears ripened, just like you promised!
Well, what are you waiting for?
Core those suckers and make a cobbler!
Oh, way ahead of ya.
Already preheating the oven to "yum."
Chad cooks?
We cook together.
I find it's a great time for us to catch up and reconnect.
Speaking of, how's your tennis elbow, Mom?
Oh, much better. Thanks for asking, hon.
[ Chuckles ] I meant to ask an hour ago.
Life moves so fast. [ Chuckles ]
Damn it, I want this. Tell me how.
Wait. You're asking me for parenting advice?
I know it's insane,
but I thought I wanted my children to be babies forever.
But now I know what I want
is to have adult, respectful relationships,
like the kind you have with your kids.
Well, right now, you're indulging their every whim,
and they're taking advantage of you.
You need to set limits, establish rules,
and most of all, give them some responsibilities.
But Barry says responsibilities hurt his hugging arms.
The next time he says that, you say,
"The seed you plant today becomes a flower tomorrow."
I don't care about gardening, Ginzy.
That's why I threw out your gardening gloves.
Then when they act out, you say,
"Let's reconnect after you've calmed down."
Look... [ Chuckles ]
...here's a list of helpful phrases.
"I appreciate your understanding"?
"Let's approach this from a place of mutual respect"?
"This feels like a learning opportunity."
This crap works?
See for yourself.
Mm. Just 'cause.
[ Shudders ] I'm borrowing this instead.
As my mom planned to steer her kids in a new direction,
I knew one more thing
that would drive my friends closer together.
Who's ready for bumper cars?!
Not me. My mom was recently in a minor car accident.
This brings it all back.
Aw, I'll be right here, Bedspread. [ Chuckles ]
Look at them. The best of friends.
I really did it.
Are you sure bumper cars are a good idea?
Seems like kind of a violent activity
for groups that are notoriously unkind to each other.
Violently delightful. Everyone loves bumper cars.
But this wasn't bumper cars.
It was a full-blown demolition derby.
Hey! Take it easy!
She's showing weakness! Bash her more! Hey!
Turns out bringing cool kids and geeks together
was bumpier than I expected.
JC, you know me! I'm Bedspread!
Sorry, bro.
This is just assault.
Guys, stop! We're all friends here!
But we're clearly not.
I felt my brain bang against my skull!
I thought it would be fun
for all the people in my life to come together.
[ Scoffs ] Maybe for you.
What are you doing?
Making it easier for you.
Just be with them 'cause you're definitely not one of us.
There, there.
While my plan hit a roadblock,
my mom was ready for a new path with Barry and Erica.
[ Bell rings ] Mommy! Her foot touched my foot!
Is there a problem?
There wasn't until Barry interrupted my basement nap.
Yeah, because I also prefer to nap underground.
It's called "groundhog style," and it's everything to me.
So get your own couch!
Oh, good idea. Mom, get me another couch.
This was it.
My mom could either keep indulging her terrible kids
or take Ginzy's approach.
I understand your request,
but I'm confident you can take care of it yourself.
That's the opposite of what I want.
Just haul the upstairs couch down here.
I bet it would be even more satisfying
if you did it yourself.
Why would I want to move a couch?
That sounds heavy and boring.
Geez, Mom, just shove it down the stairs.
Gravity does most of the work.
I can see this is frustrating for you.
Let's revisit when you've calmed down.
I'll be calm when I have my couch.
Why are you being like this?
Because I am trying to have an adult relationship.
Adult to adult:
take the cushions off first, it'll make it a lot lighter.
I know I've indulged you, but I want something different now.
I want to talk as equals.
Maybe while one of you vacuums the stairs
and the other one bakes a pear cobbler.
Oh, now I want you to make a cobbler.
With ice cream. And cookies.
And drizzle on some fudge.
That's not even a cobbler anymore.
You'll figure it out.
Get the [bleep] out of my house.
Whoa! Whoa!
And go where?
That sounds like a problem
you adults can figure out yourselves.
It doesn't matter what's on top!
It's still a cobbler!
Ow!