Matt and Diana were living the dream: they'd escaped the rat race, were living in a Latin American paradise with their two young, impressionable children, when one day Diana's 22-year-old godson shows up on their doorstep, bags in hand and a "here I am!" look on his face.
Get ready for hilarious hijinks and sidesplitting laughs as stages of life collide. But don't let your guard down for those special and tender life moments like a hot cup o' cocoa for your heart.
|Two weeks in, still living off piles on the floor|
Teddy has a heart like a beanbag (big, squishy, and wrap-around) and drive like cooked spaghetti. His parents must not realize that they stuck him with two other noodles who have always struggled with focus and discipline, but we're hoping that he'll simultaneously see us as both modest success stories in overcoming youthful ennui (it's never too late to quit bartending!) and scared straight role models (this could happen to you too, kid).
|Sermon on the mount (and others in the kitchen, on the sofa, at the bar...)|
Either way, Diana can't help but feel motherly towards her godson (she stayed up till 3 a.m. the first night he was out past reasonable). And I can't help feeling like it's great to have another guy around. Somewhere in between smothering the kid and corrupting him further, we really just hope that this experience changes his life, even if it's not a revelatory experience, but rather something that bends the arc of his life; something that changes his perspective on the world and his place in it.
Good god, did I just say that? Did I just speak like a teacher in Charlie Brown? Have I become "one of them" and just deluding myself that I can hang with a 22-year-old and shoot the mierda.
|Don't move while I throw this at your face|
|Before this they ate an entire meal over the sink|