Lucky for Little E, he'll never have to watch this show. Instead he is living it.
Well, not really.
He has his real dad, Mr. Yoy. No paternity testing needed there.
Then he has his second dad, Big E.
It took about five years, but that kid's paternal instinct finally kicked in. Especially in the discipline department.
LITTLE E, IF YOU DON'T STOP PLAYING WITH TRAINS AND EAT YOUR DINNER, YOU ARE GOING TO TIMEOUT FOR THREE MINUTES!
LITTLE E, I'M GOING TO COUNT TO THREE AND THEN YOU BETTER SIT DOWN AND EAT!
LITTLE E, USE YOUR SPOON!
I laugh. And then I cry because Big E is just parroting me and apparently, I'm super annoying and a horrible nag.