I've found myself in a nuclear family unit, a very special significant other in my life, and a baby boy, who, for all intents and purposes, is my own son, Malcolm Reynold. (If you're a geek and you get the reference, bonus points for you.) With this development, I've been trying unsuccessfully to plot out some sort of plan for this nuclear family unit... and I'm finding the task to be very challenging.
I just watched "Burn After Reading", and like the report to the CIA officer, I'll be sure to let you all know when any of this... makes sense...