Midge and I aren’t identical, though. I’m not here to argue her fitness as a mother; for all we know, Midge could be June Cleavering it up every second of her life that doesn’t pertain to her career. But the fact is that most of the scenes we do see with the kids are played for quick laughs about how basically no one is minding them. In my house, that would never fly, because my kids want my attention at all times. When left to their own devices, they think they’re doing life wrong if there isn’t spaghetti on the ceiling at any given moment. The last time I took my eyes off them for a minute, the older one decided to test how far he could run without dropping the cat (answer: farther than you would think), and the younger one was aggressively mooning strangers. To be fair: It was funny, so I let her keep doing it.