Familia Moderna 1x15 Review

"Next year," Claire said, "let's just go to a movie."

And in the Pritchett-Delgado kitchen, Manny wrote a new poem: Ode to a Waitress with a Mustache. Jay ate cold steak from the fridge. Gloria danced alone to a Spanish love song, smiling.

Claire, wearing sensible slippers and a bathrobe, stared up the attic stairs. "Phil. We have three kids. The last place I want to be romantic is above where we store the Christmas decorations." Familia Moderna 1x15

Meanwhile, at the Dunphy house, chaos was a three-ring circus.

Gloria squeezed Jay's hand. "See? Romance is everywhere. Even on the face of a waitress." "Next year," Claire said, "let's just go to a movie

The problem? Lily was teething. And screaming. A sound like a tiny, furious police siren.

They leaned over the sleeping baby and kissed. Claire, wearing sensible slippers and a bathrobe, stared

Back at the Dunphy house, the fog cleared. The kids were asleep. Claire and Phil lay on the attic floor, staring at the broken star projector that now only showed a single, steady dot of light on the ceiling.

The Pritchett-Delgado household was a battlefield of perfume and teenage dread.

"Ah, but Claire!" Phil winked. "The mistletoe is already up there. From last year. It's aged , like a fine wine!"

It was a terrible Valentine's Day. Which, for the Pritchetts, the Dunphys, and the Tucker-Pritchetts, meant it was absolutely perfect.