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Mm!

Mm!

I'm not staying.

Do you have any more cream cheese for this bagel?

Todd, just sit down.

Oh, thank you.

You know what the Japanese say,

"It's better to eat a stone sitting down

than a glazed cronut standing up."

Then why were you doing it?

I'm not Japanese.

I am, however,

part Comanche, on my stepfather's side.

I wonder if I could get a casino license

for the mancave?

Not a chance.

It'd never get past the health inspector.

Gigi, literally,

what are you doing?

This is brunch, not tech lab.

You know what,

this is not going to work.

I'll just go ex tempora.

There she goes,

showing off her French again.

Latin, Dad.

It means "off the cuff."

Family unit, huge announcement!

I had a PowerPoint prepared,

but this projector lacks the lumens

for adequate daylight refraction.

What is it?

Go on, tell us.

I, Gigi Cooper,

have been accepted into the Edison Academy.

Mic drop!

Um... it's one of the most prestigious magnet programs

in the country?

Uh, kinda weird

to go to a school just to study magnets,

but congrats.

Well, that's incredible, Gigi.

I mean, but do you really want to switch schools?

No, Dad, it's an after-school program.

I didn't want to bother you

with the paperwork,

so I just applied myself.

Like I always do.

Really impressive, Gigi.

How does such a giant brain live in such a tiny body?

Yeah, with you, it's the other way around.

Just because I'm not Japanese

doesn't mean I don't have feelings.

What in the world is that?

Oh, this?

It's a, uh, it's a bagel with cream cheese.

Cream cheese?

Where are the empanadas and chilaquiles?

Rosa, Gigi has big news.

Amazing.

Wait till you hear!

I have never seen a whiter brunch.

Do you need more milk to go with that egg-white omelet?

I do! Did you bring some?

Forget I asked.

Rosa, calm down.

Have a seat, and let Gigi tell you her news.

Oh, no, I couldn't possibly.

I-- There's no way that I can eat this food.

It's far too bland.

Darling, Gigi,

you can tell me your news later, right?

Adios.

The food's really too white for her?

No.

We are.

Okay, um...

Left. My left. Your right

My right.

Ready?

Ow-- Dad!

I'm sorry, Mirabel.

You know, being a pitcher,

footwork was never my strong suit.

You know, I once stole a base,

and I was so slow, they asked for it back.

Ba-dum-bum.

Thank you, Elisa.

I'm glad someone appreciates my, uh, razor-sharp wit.

See, Mirabel, if you were doing a comedy show,

I could help you with that.

If I was doing ballet, I'd be absolutely fine,

but I've never had to do

any of this "Dancing With the Stars" stuff.

No, you'll be fine.

You're a natural, you always have been.

Why don't you just tell Liam

you can't do his dumb dance class?

Say you've got homework.

You're right.

He'd never believe that.

Ah!

You should be dancing, Ricky.

Pardon me. To the left, please.

Okay, now you're just making it weird.

We're... making it weird?

What exactly are you doing here, Alan?

You said something to Stephanie

about Mirabel needing practice for her boyfriend's dance class?

And you were eavesdropping.

No, I was just being a good employee.

Might as well let him do his thing, Dad.

It can't go any worse.

Whew, and with that rousing endorsement...

May I?

I...

I guess?

Yes!

Boom!

Check this out.

Okay. All right.

A little bit of this.

A little bit of this...

Oh, I'm sorry, I've got a rope in my hand,

gonna lasso you down.

Gonna bring you in.

Ooh, a little bit of T-bone steak.

Maybe a Rib eye.

Shoulders, shoulders.

Bump and bump. Eyes.

Yes!

Get outta my face...

Oh... Ha!

And now I'm a tiger!

Hey there.

Hey! Hi! Hey, Rosa.

I was just wanting to tell you

that I think

if anyone is going to teach Mirabel to dance,

it should be me.

No, no, no, it... it's okay, Abuela.

I'm fine with Alan and...

and Dad.

Oh, well, I mean, who wouldn't be?

But let me just try something for a minute?

Sure-- Yes! It's gonna be great.

Five, six, seven, eight,

and one, two, cha-cha-cha...

One, two cha-cha-cha--

No--

This is salsa dancing, not kickboxing, darling.

Good one, Abuela.

Okay, here, let me help you.

And... five, six, seven, eight.

Cha-cha-cha.

Nicely done.

You got those moves, Miss Rosa.

Like that one.

Cha-cha-cha...

Uh, Abuela, can we take a five?

Oh, you're giving up so soon?

Clearly, you don't have my stamina.

Not many people do.

I'm gonna go get Gigi at Little Einsteins.

I think you've got this covered.

-No, no, no, no, no, no. -You're doing great.

Darling, you just have to work at it.

One, two, cha-cha-cha.

One, two. Cha-cha-cha.

So?

How was your first day with the Little Einsteins?

Dad, they're not "Little Einsteins."

That was a series of educational videos

we watched when we were five.

Well, two in my case.

I stand corrected.

But to answer your question,

it was a-ma-zing.

There was this boy

who memorized pi to 3,000 digits!

And another girl who can do a Rubik's cube

behind her back,

in ten seconds!

You're finally with your people.

I know. It's like Nerd-vana.

I can't wait to tell my friends.

Yeah, maybe don't use the word "Nerd-vana."

But, Abuela,

what do you mean we need to me more Latina?

I mean, hija,

that gringo brunch on Saturday scared me.

I mean, with me not living here,

and your mother gone,

everyone is forgetting their roots.

Okay, but you have to realize

this stuff comes more naturally to us.

Dad's kinda as gringo as they get.

You've got that right.

Leave him to me.

Time to pump up the Latino!

I can't believe you get to leave early

to go to that Dork Academy.

Yeah, you're so lucky.

You guys, they're not dorks,

they're just smart kids who enjoy...

advanced coding and French literature.

They're really nice.

But they're smarter than us.

That's not what I'm saying.

I'm only missing Garden,

and Miss Jessica said

I can do her botanical experiments at home.

Oh, is the soil in your backyard

as brown as your nose?

I have a text on celestial movement on hold.

I've gotta go.

See ya, Dorky!

Mirabel?

Mirabel?

Girls?

Yes!

Everybody's gone!

Oh, I missed the girls?

Oh well, you'll do.

Um... thanks?

Listen, to celebrate Gigi getting into the Genius Academy,

I am inviting everyone to Bingo Night,

tonight.

Bingo Night?

Yeah. Invite everybody.

That's really a thing?

I thought it was more like a euphemism

for one of your wild nights out on the town.

Of course, it's a thing,

at the Senior's Center,

and you're going to love it.

Do I need an AARP card to get in?

I'm kidding, I'm kidding.

That's nice idea, Rosa.

You know, I could invite Todd.

Stephanie and Alan could come.

It'll be a party.

I think it should be just family.

Have it your way.

I usually do.

And it's a respectable place, Ricky,

so wear something nice.

Um, Dad?

You sure this is the right place?

It's where Rosa said to go.

I don't see any bingo in evidence.

Oh, it's the right place, all right.

Check out Bad Grandma.

Mm...

It's been too long, kid.

You know, I think about you all of the time.

Well now, how would I know that?

Oh, I don't know.

Maybe my steady stream of letters,

cards, emails?

I must have pressed "delete".

Rosa...

I made a mistake.

I've begged for forgiveness,

and I usually don't do begging.

And I don't usually get cheated on.

Abuela!

Oh, there's my family.

Come and meet them.

Oh, I'm so glad you're here.

I want you to meet my good friend, Armand.

Good evening.

It's nice to see you again.

Oh, I forgot that you met--

We met when Ricky was pitching.

Armand,

these are my beautiful granddaughters.

Mirabel, Elisa,

and Gigi.

Gigi, you must be the guest of honor.

I am.

I have a test for you,

one that only the greatest minds can solve.

Try me.

"I'm the beginning of eternity and the end of time and space.

What am I?"

The letter "e."

She is a genius.

And the Riddler is my favorite Batman villain, too.

Busted.

Abuela...

is there bingo here?

Uh, not really, darling.

But I bet some people get lucky.

Mirabel...

Uh, Rosa, Gigi was really looking forward

to playing some Bingo.

Oh.

Well, we don't need bingo to have a good time.

And Ricky,

that lovely Latina lady at the bar,

I think she knows you.

Excuse me.

Uh... I-I'm sorry, do I...

know you?

You do now.

I'm Sofia.

And you're Ricky Cooper, Rosa's son-in-law,

the baseball superstar.

Uh, former baseball superstar--

player.

Um, I don't know about the superstar part.

Yeah, I own a gym now--

Shh!

Don't speak.

Just stand there and look pretty.

Who's Dad talking to?

Oh, I think your dad's found a new friend.

Or maybe you found him a new friend.

Be right back.

Sofia.

Armand...

You look as lovely in that dress

as you did on Cinco de Mayo.

How do you remember that?

I never forget a beautiful lady

in a beautiful dress.

Would you forgive me

if I, uh, steal Ricky for a minute?

This was supposed to be a nice night for Gigi,

not Rosa setting me up with Miss Venezuela!

She's killing two birds.

She's giving a nice party for Gigi,

and she's trying to find you a nice Latina girl.

I know how she thinks.

So do I,

and I'm going to tell her,

and Sofia,

that this isn't happening.

You can try,

but she's got two on deck.

Okay, okay, I'm sorry to disappoint Rosa

and all the Sofias--

and Todd--

but I'm leaving, I'm gonna go get the girls.

Wait, wait, you can't do that.

She's not going to let that happen.

She's gone to too much trouble

to find you Senora Right.

Okay. Okay, so what do we do?

I'll distract her.

You take the kids,

I'll make your amends.

I'll tell her that, uh, Gigi had one Shirley Temple too many.

That's a solid game plan.

I owe you one, Armand.

Yeah, well, I have an ulterior motive.

I need a favor.

You get me outta this?

Anything.

Give me a 10-second lead.

They're so cute.

Hey, hey!

Come on, girls, we're outta here.

-What? -We just got here.

I'm sorry, Gigi.

We'll celebrate tomorrow night, okay?

Bowling!

I promise.

What about Abuela?

Oh, she'll understand.

Let's go this way, out the back door.

Hey, Mirabel.

Gigi.

Whatcha doin'?

Just some extra homework.

Since I finished all my regular homework last night.

Seriously?

At 7:00 a.m.?

"Early to bed and early to rise

makes a girl healthy, wealthy, and wise."

B. Franklin.

I changed "man" to "girl."

Well, take a break, wise girl.

I got you something.

Really? You did?

Yeah.

Just a little gift

for being gifted.

Look at you with your wordplay.

Whoa!

Your bedazzled phone?

It's actually my old phone.

I just got a new one,

and I thought that this might help you

keep track of your new life.

I mean, with the whole entire

Edison Academy thing,

you're gonna make twice as many friends now.

Friends.

Right.

What?

You don't like it?

You could always... unbedazzle it.

No, that's not it.

So, what is it?

Gigi, you seem upset.

I'm really not.

Thanks, Mirabel.

Go on, add your first contact.

I don't know who to put.

Well, your besties, obvi.

Who are your best friends?

Like those girls that you always hang out with,

Evie and...

Maya.

I'll... do this later.

Thanks.

Anything for my brill sis.

Rosa, the upside of not living here

is that you don't have to slave in our kitchen.

I am perfectly willing and able to make breakfast.

You mean your Frosted Mini-Whites?

I don't think so.

Hola, Abuela.

Hola.

More Spanish?

Wait, do you have a test or something?

No, I just...

enjoy speaking

the language of my ancestors.

Uh, Ricky,

your daughter and I need to have a conversation.

-We do? -So have a conversation.

A woman-to-woman conversation.

She's getting very close to being a teenager,

and she's going through a lot of changes,

you know what I mean--

Alrighty, then!

I think I'll go take out the trash bins.

It's only Wednesday, Dad.

Whatever.

What woman stuff, Abuela?

Talk to me in a year.

I just needed to get rid of your dad.

Okay then.

I'm guessing this is about Operation Pump Up the Latino?

Yes.

And your father just doesn't get it.

All right, I'll try,

but I'm not sure how much more I can do.

Well, be creative.

And eat your huevos rancheros.

Um... Abuela?

I don't actually like huevos rancheros.

Fake it.

Did you see Sally's shoes?

They're, like, so last year.

I don't even know how she can wear those.

Gigi...

After the Revolution,

can you tell me what the newly formed states

called themselves?

Yeah.

You mean like, New York,

New Mexico,

New Rochelle?

They all just put, like, "new" in their names, right?

Gigi, are you trying to be funny,

or do you want to try that again?

I don't know, do you?

I need you to go to the principal's office

right now.

Oh, my gosh. That's so bad.

The thing is, I still love Rosa.

She's all I think about.

Her eyes.

Her hair.

The way she yells at the telemarketers

that call after 7:00.

Okay, but haven't you two been down that road before?

It didn't end well, as I recall.

I mean, I remember flying plates,

and bilingual obscenities.

She had every right.

I was unfaithful to her.

Um, Alan,

I'm kind of in the middle of something here.

What do you need?

Nothing.

I mean, I just wanted to say...

and I wasn't eavesdropping, but I do read lips,

because my Aunt Susie was deaf,

so I do know how to sign...

I just wanted to say

that I have enormous respect and admiration for Rosa,

and the depth of your feeling for her

is, well, it's just, it's super moving.

And she would be loco-- or loca-- or-or-or--

And she would be loco-- or loca-- or-or-or-- My Spanish isn't great, it's not as good as my signing.

My Spanish isn't great, it's not as good as my signing.

--if she didn't take you back.

Also, the name Armand is incredibly sexy.

Okay.

I-I'm sorry about that.

He's just a little, uh...

Enthusiastic?

Yeah.

I got it.

Ricky...

talk to her for me.

Find out if there's a chance for me

to have some kind of a permanent relationship with her, huh?

Talk to Rosa.

Yeah, I'll feel her out.

That, uh...

This came out wrong.

Thanks, kid.

You may be the only person she listens to.

Hmm.

Boom!

The Big Coopowksi is on his way to another 300.

This beats Bingo Night, am I right, ladies?

Sí, Ricardo.

I love el....

...bowling?

This is a more family-friendly venue.

Abuela's choice was semi-inappropriate for minors.

My turn.

Mirabel?

Mm-hmm?

What are you doing?

You seriously don't expect me to just put my fingers in there

without degerming first?

Oh, no...

That's not really how you're supposed to...

do...

...it. Wow.

Thank you.

I wish Liam had seen that.

Ah, someone send an emergency text.

I'm gonna get us some more beverages.

Ricky?

This is random.

Steph!

Well, it's not that random.

I'm a single dad with three kids.

It would be weird if you didn't run into me

in a place like this.

What are you doing here?

Maybe I love bowling.

You know, 30% of people who go to Disneyland

don't even have kids.

Uh, what's the percentage of them on dates?

Busted.

I have a weakness

for nice, skinny guys with glasses.

Okay, so he does own his own bowling shoes.

Okay, wait, wait, wait,

but don't tell me,

he's a really sweet guy.

He is.

Honestly,

I've been so stressed out juggling work and school,

I said yes to the first guy who swiped right.

Oh, I-I didn't realize it was that bad.

I mean, do you need fewer hours?

Go part-time?

Would that help?

Thanks, but it-it won't.

I still have to take care of my mom,

and my little brother.

He's got special needs,

and so I have to work full-time,

and go to school full-time,

which is not free.

At all.

Tuition is a killer.

And now I'm thinking about it

when I should be relaxing.

So, uh...

I'm gonna go.

But, uh...

I'll see ya tomorrow.

See ya.

Oh!

Hey, Steph.

What's with the music?

It's like a Pitbull concert out there.

I assumed you had okay'd it.

Elisa sent me over a playlist this morning.

She said, "This is for my papi,"

and I just went with it.

She did?

Well, that's news to me.

I figured it was a marketing strategy.

It wasn't your idea?

No.

Oh, but I think I know whose it was.

Really? Whose?

A certain Latina mother-in-law,

who I need to call

and give a piece of my gringo mind.

Who is that?

Oh, uh, that's Thor.

He's new.

Remember?

You said we needed to take on another trainer

because of the bump in membership?

Which is part of the reason

I've been working overtime lately.

You approved his resume,

you said you didn't need to interview him,

and that if I liked him, that was good enough.

We had a whole conversation.

Yeah, I think I'd remember

a guy named Thor.

Oh, well, that's not his actual name.

It's more of a nickname.

I gave it to him,

but he likes it.

His whole family is Scandinavian.

They're like 6'5", blond, gorgeous....

His real name is Bjorn.

Bjorn...

Yeah, maybe I remember that.

It's, uh, pronounced "Byuurrn."

It's got an umlaut.

Is it really?

Does he come with subtitles?

No, no, he speaks English.

Joke.

Steph, it's a joke.

Oh.

Right.

Wait, so what happened

with your weakness for skinny guys with glasses?

Yeah...

I may be over that.

I'm gonna go see if he needs help.

You know, with the vending machines, or...

anything.

Yeah, yeah, you do that.

I.D.

Get her I.D.

I.D.!

Oh, you mean in the drawer?

My mime's a little rusty,

I thought you said it was in my drawer?

No, "drawers", plural.

Drawers.

I noticed that you bought some new stuff for the gym.

Socks.

I put it...

in your underwear.

I have the same underwear!

I didn't even realize that.

Put my underwear down, Alan. Thank you.

Look at that I.D.

She looks adorable in her photos,

doesn't she?

My I.D.s always end up looking axe-murdery.

I'm not going to ask what you're doing.

Good.

Do you mind?

Right.

But I think I know what you're doing,

and let me just say what you're doing

is gonna mean so much to Stephanie,

you have no clue.

Or maybe you do.

You're a good man, Ricky Cooper.

Do not say anything to her.

You know, I was thinking

about a degree in cosmetology.

Back to work, Alan.

Sorry, boss.

I sullied the moment.

I was never here.

I'll see you later.

You ready to say good-night?

Daddy?

Yeah?

What would you say if I told you

I'm not really loving the Edison Academy?

It's just that...

it's a lot of extra work.

And distant,

for you, commute-wise.

Wait, what?

It seemed like that place was made for you.

I don't mind taking you there after school.

I'm happy to.

Do I have to do it?

No.

No, I would never force you to do anything

you didn't want to do.

Gigi?

What aren't you telling me, sweetie?

I'm not telling you

that I'm losing all my so-called friends

because of the "Dork Academy,"

so I acted dumb on purpose,

and I got sent to the vice principal's office.

Here's the note.

Wow, that's a first.

I mean, Mirabel got so many of these in Middle School,

I had them bound.

Oh, Daddy,

I feel so ashamed, and embarrassed,

and low-self-esteem-y.

I don't know what to do.

You know, when I was your age,

I started playing for this really good club baseball team.

They traveled all over the state,

sometimes across the country for these big tournaments.

A bunch of my friends tried out,

but I was the only one that made the team.

Yeah, I thought they'd be happy,

but, um...

you know, they got all jealous and weird,

and, you know, some of them stopped hanging out with me.

Now, I could have quit,

you know, and maybe I'd still be friends with them,

but I couldn't do that.

You know why?

'Cause you didn't want to.

Exactly.

Baseball was my passion.

It was everything to me.

Just like pre-astrophysics is to you.

Now, I'd never want you to give that up,

and I don't think you want that, either.

I don't want to quit the Academy.

Not until that girl shows me

how she does that Rubik's cube behind the back thing.

There might be mirrors involved.

Thanks, Dad.

For a jock, you're pretty smart.

Get some sleep.

Okay.

Rosa, can we talk?

Now is not a good time.

I'm just teaching her the Cha Cha Cha.

Mirabel, bedtime.

Dance lesson's over.

But I'm just starting to get this.

Dance means so much to Liam.

I don't want to let him down.

Yeah...

I wish his curveball meant a little more to him.

Your boyfriend got shelled in the last game.

Besides, you need your beauty rest, right?

Don't want Liam to see you with raccoon eyes.

OMG.

I have raccoon eyes?

I'm going to bed, like, stat.

Thanks, Abuela.

'Night, Dad.

-'Night. -Night.

So, talk.

I know about Operation Latino.

F.Y.I., it's called Operation Pump Up the Latino,

but go ahead.

Rosa... Rosa, it's one thing to get all worked up

about the family going too whitebread, or whatever,

but you can't rope the girls into your schemes.

Well, Elisa volunteered.

No, you mean you volunteered her.

I talked to her

after she turned my gym into the Miami Sound Machine.

Guilty, okay?

Guilty.

But this is important to me.

You're not just my son-in-law,

you're my son.

That's why I found you

all those beautiful Latina girls.

I don't know who you're going to end up with.

Look...

I appreciate that,

and I know what this is about.

This is about Isabella.

But I didn't marry Isabella because she was Latina.

I married her because she was Isabella.

I know that.

I'm just worried that her memory will fade,

and I don't want the color to go out of this family.

That's never going to happen.

I'll never let that happen, okay?

Okay.

So, how are things with Armand?

He's a great guy, the girls love him.

Are you gonna take him back or what?

Oh, I don't know.

Armand...

He is handsome, and charming,

and a magnificent lover.

Uh, I-I'm good with the handsome and charming.

You know, Armand is crazy-stupid-in-love with you.

So if you're not serious about him,

I think you should let him know.

Okay.

What was that?

I'm going to check on the girls.

Whoa-- Steph.

What's going on?

Hey, Boss.

Yeah, that was me,

knocking over the recycling bins...

with my car.

I was never much of a parallel parker.

In Gym, I was always better at the uneven bars

than I was at the parallel bars.

So, why exactly are you knocking over my trash bins?

Because I couldn't wait till tomorrow to tell you

that what you did is, without a doubt,

one of the nicest things anyone has ever done for me.

Alan blabbed.

No!

I saw it when I logged into my school account,

and...

Yes, Alan blabbed.

He is so fired.

I don't know what to say, but...

thank you.

And thank you!

You're welcome,

and you're welcome.

But, um...

But... what?

I can't accept it.

W...Why not?

I have the money.

You don't...

I mean, not right now anyway.

I was taught never to accept charity,

especially from a friend.

It's not charity.

And don't look at me as a friend.

You're my employee,

and it's in my business interest

to have more highly-qualified people working for me.

You get that degree, it just makes me look good.

Well, that... that sounds reasonable,

but I...

I'm still not comfortable.

What would make you comfortable?

I don't know, I...

I guess if it was a loan.

I've got plenty of school loans.

One more won't kill me.

All right, on the condition

that you don't pay this one back

until you've paid off the real ones.

The other ones.

Deal.

Uh, do you want, uh, you know, some coffee, or...

The-the Angels game is about to come on.

Oh, that sounds fun,

but I...

I have class.

Which is now fully paid for,

so...

thank you so very much.

You're a good boss, Ricky Cooper.

Bye.

Bye.

Watch those bins.

Yup.

Oh, Armand, mi amor.

I am... beyond flattered.

Then you accept?

You make me the happiest man alive.

My darling, I'm not sure I'm ready for that.

I just want to keep on playing

the bingo game of love

until I'm too old to dance in high heels.

Which will never happen.

But I cannot accept a proposal from a man I don't trust.

You know what Casanova said?

No, but I bet you do.

"When I grew older,

"the thing that attracted me more and more to women

was intelligence."

So I'm smart not to trust you.

No, you're smart enough to see that I want you

and only you.

Oh.

Rosa?

Yes?

Dance with me.

But it's the middle of the day.

It's midnight somewhere.

Hey, Madame Curie.

Have you ever looked at Mirabel's hair

under a microscope?

It's mostly product.

I'm not even sure there's any actual hair.

I believe it.

I pay those bills.

You got a second?

There's something I want to give you.

Buenas noches, Abuela.

Oh, nice accent, Elisa.

But, uh, I'm afraid

Operation Pump Up has been deflated.

Phew.

That was a lot of work.

I mean, I didn't mind,

but the whole thing felt a little forced.

I'm sorry, that's my fault.

I-- Sometimes, I go too far.

Sometimes?

Okay, all the time.

But it wasn't right for me to involve you that way.

It's okay, Abuela.

I like speaking Spanish.

It reminds me of Mom.

Aw...

Me too.

Mm, good night, sweetheart.

Wait!

I wanted to ask how it's going

with that nice gentleman from Bingo Night?

Is he going to be our new grandpa?

Armand?

Oh, he's one charming man,

but it would be rather unfair

for me to limit myself to just one,

don't you think?

Buenas Noches.

Oh.

I've been giving some of your mother's jewelry

to your sisters,

and I want you to have this one.

Her charm bracelet?

She was wearing it the first time we met.

I remember, she always wanted me to put it on her.

There we go.

Anyway...

I want it to be yours,

for owning who you are.

Like your mother always did,

not letting other people define you.

You're Gigi,

and that's the only label you'll ever need.

Thanks, Daddy, so much.

Look!

One of the charms is a little book,

that's so cool!

I'm going to Insta this bracelet on my new phone.

#charmed

#grateful

#IloveyouDad.

Hashtag I love you, too.

Can you pass me my bracelet, love?

Yeah.

I can't believe you still wear this every day.

Of course.

I feel naked without it.

It reminds me of high school.

Can you...?

Oh, yeah.

The older we get, the more I want to remember.

Well, you look the same.

I'm the one getting soft.

Boo-ya.

Mirabel is almost the age we were

when I got this bracelet.

Oh-ho-ho...

Mirabel as a teenager?

That's frightening.

Oh, don't worry,

she'll take all her hormones out on me.

Girls love their daddies.

Well, at least we have Baby Gigi.

Oh, no, now, she frightens me.

You know what I caught her doing this morning?

Doodling prime numbers.

Prime numbers!

Well, it's a good thing she has your brain and not mine.

Well...

for a jock,

you're pretty smart.

Huh?