I think I’m about halfway caught up with Parenthood, and it’s official. I want them to adopt me. I don’t even care which family. All of them. Joint custody. Except, as much as I want to stick Crosby in my bra, when he smiles, duuuude it’s intense! How many teeth does that guy have? And his lip like curls up around his eyebrow? I don’t know. It freaks me out a little.
The funny thing is though, that family is SO my in-laws. In a good way! (Aaron is shaking his head at me right now) A hundred people talking over each other, the constant state of chaos, the being joined at the hip, kids everywhere, never a wine bottle ignored. WHAT. I telleth the trutheth. I’m watching all these episodes back to back to prepare for Christmas. Stretching my legs, yo.