While I was waiting to drop off B at preschool, my brother called to wish me a happy birthday.
Normally, I don't answer his calls, but I figure I'd be best to do so as to not have to bear another anytime soon. He referenced Mr. Mom. I hadn't seen the film in twenty plus years so I didn't catch his meaning.
Watched the film on Netflix the other night, and I found myself more annoyed than I'd like.
I like Michael Keaton, but I find it hard to believe that the movie showed on the "big screen" once upon a time, but I feel that way about a lot of things associated with John Hughes.
Speaking of John Hughes, he's been dead three years.
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