This is the kind of mother I aspire to be. Not the Asian part- I think I'm SOL there, but that she's in a tree (sporting a cute camo ensemble) spying on her daughter, flipping spaghetti onto the guy (who is undoubtedly a scheming little weasel), and rockin' out during an Oreo-centered girls night. A few questions for Wendy though: why doesn't your daughter scream at you in horror for your embarrassing antics? And how is it that this guy (really tall for an Asian by the way!) is sticking around? Also, is your daughter watching Dora the Explorer while you do her hair? Because that's the only way I can get Molly to sit still for pigtails.