black-ish

Sí.

Sí, sí, sí.

Gracias.

To put it mildly, credit hasn't always been

the easiest thing for a black man to get,

whether it's a credit-card application,

the birth of rock 'n' roll,

or civilization itself.

But as hard as it's been to get credit for those things,

it's even harder to get credit from your wife.

Babe?

Yeah.

Look... I loaded the dishwasher.

Uh-huh.

Babe, are you not seeing what I'm seeing?

Everything is exactly where it's supposed to be.

You killed it, Dre.

They didn't believe in you, but you did it.

Silence the haters.

Cheese!

Look at my babies.

Yeah, Dre, you killed it.

Look, I'm just trying to do my part.

You know, being a modern husband,

I can bring home the bacon and wash out the pan.

Are you trying to get credit

for simply loading the dishwasher?

Mm-hmm. Sure sounds like it.

I should've stopped right there.

It was like watching myself

in a horror movie at the Magic Johnson theater.

Don't go in there, fool! There's an argument in there!

I've seen this one before, man. He goes in there.

This guy is stupid. Watch.

I'm not trying to get credit.

I'm just not not trying to get credit.

Told you he was stupid.

No argument here.

Licorice?

Oh, thanks.

Damn.

So, let me get this straight.

I've cooked dinner, corrected homework.

I'm making the lunches for tomorrow,

I talked a first-year resident

through a really tough intubation, in español,

and you are trying to get credit for...

Oh, look at this.

Unh, unh, unh, unh, unh, unh, unh!

Handles out.

- Oh, boy. Okay. - All right?

I'm just trying to do my part around here, baby.

W-with all this new responsibility at work,

I'm not gonna always be able to step up like this.

"Step up"?

Mm! Mm!

Pops! Yo!

Your paper is killing me, man.

Well, how else will you know that I was here to witness you

unravel the fabric of your marriage, son?

Okay, look, I'm just saying, now that I'm SVP,

I'm gonna probably have to dial it back some...

You know, do a little less.

Oh, okay.

I'm sorry.

Did I say something funny?

Um, well, you said "less."

But, baby, that's physically impossible.

What? I help out!

Listen, we both have huge jobs,

but when I come home from mine

from, you know, saving lives and whatnot,

I start a whole other second huge job.

When you come home, you play video games.

Babe, that is ridiculous!

That's the sound it makes when I get a work e-mail.

You have lost this round.

Playing time... 4 hours, 13 minutes.

New record!

Okay. Maybe I have a little problem.

Just a little bit.

- Hey, Dad. - Hey, babe.

- Mom. - Yeah.

I forgot to tell you last week,

but Jack and I need two dozen cupcakes for school tomorrow.

Yeah, that's 23 cupcakes.

Tomorrow?

Oh, great. That sounds fun for me.

And... be careful with the frosting.

Last time you made some,

it looked like you did them last-minute.

Yeah, you kind of phoned it in, mom.

Did you even hear what she said?

Yes. She said, "hey, Dad."

Um, and then she said something to you.

Mm. That's what I'm talking about.

I mean, there's like a thousand invisible things

that I do around here that aren't even on your radar.

Okay, babe, I hear you. Let me tell you what.

Let me handle all the kids' stuff this week,

I-including whatever it is that Diane just said.

- Really? - Yes, really.

That would be great. I could really use a break.

I know. You know, you look tired.

I look tired, Dre?

Mm-hmm.

Oh, look what's here in the paper.

Your obituary.

Mr. Johnson!

To what do we owe the surprise?

Oh, well, I-I wouldn't say it was a surprise.

You know, I've been here... many times.

Nuh-unh. Daddy, you've never been here, ever.

Uhp... shut up, boy.

Put your bag away.

You know, he has a problem with his short-term memory.

How's he doing? Is everything okay?

You're Jack and Diane's Dad?

Yes. I'm just dropping off cupcakes.

You're amazing!

My husband never drops off cupcakes.

Mine either. Except in his mouth.

Fatty.

Oh. All right, nice seeing you, ladies.

Uh, I must be going.

Oh, no, no, no! Stay, stay!

Dads never make cupcakes.

Well, I didn't make these.

You know, these are store-bought.

Oh!

I love store-bought!

Which is... much more expensive than homemade cupcakes.

Great!

Maybe I can stay for a minute.

Who wants some cupcakes?

Oh!

If I had known that bringing in some cupcakes

would get me treated like a rock star,

I would've tried this hands-on-parenting thing

a long time ago.

While I was killing it at school,

- I also knew I was nailing it at home. - Aww!

Oh, my God. My fridge is chaos.

Apples with applesauce? Chips in the fridge?

Oh, my God!

Hi. Cindee.

I-I need you to move my heart/lung consult.

I have a real emergency.

Lettuce on the top shelf.

My poor fridge.

Who did this to you?

Oh!

So, when people see mustaches now,

they think hipster, not Hitler.

And that, people, is the power of creative rebranding.

Hey, guys. Sorry I'm late for a meeting that I'm running.

Had a thing with my kids. Nice move, bro.

Hands-on Dad... way to go, Dre.

Family first here at Stevens & Lido.

Always. Starts and ends with the old fam-o!

Give me a minute to get things together.

Sorry I'm late. My kid was sick.

It took me forever to get out of the house.

Ah. No problem.

A little heads-up next time would be great, Candace.

Wow.

Candace, you're better than this.

It turned out to be a good day to be a Dad who cared.

Everywhere I went, people were bringing the love.

I've been receiving e-mails about my cupcakes all day.

"Thanks for stepping up today."

You're welcome.

"You made everybody's day."

I try.

Hey, "best cupcakes ever."

They were tasty.

That's a lot of e-mails for a tray of cupcakes.

- Mommy, mommy, look! - Hey, sweetie.

The whole class made Dad "thank you" cards!

They're calling him "Cupcake Man."

What?!

No!

"Number-one Dad. We love you, Mr. J."

And you're wearing a cape in this one.

- I am Cupcake Man. - Right.

Yeah, saving the world through cupcakes

that I bought at a liquor store.

Ha ha!

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Liquor-store cupcakes, and you're a hero?

Yes.

I made those ungrateful runts quiche

with green eggs and ham for Dr. Seuss day,

and I got nothing... nothing!

I could see she was upset,

and all I had to do to make her feel better

was to tell her how much I appreciate her.

Well, babe...

Everyone can't be Cupcake Man.

- Cup! Cup! - Cake! Cake!