"WHAT HAPPENED?!" Peter asked.
"What do you mean?"
"Why did he do that? Why is he dressed like that?"
"The dad moved out of the home but he wants to remain close to his daughter so he dressed like Mrs.Doubtfire."
"Are you serious?"
"Yes. And there's some Mary Poppins in there too."
And that was it for Peter. I took out the DVDs and he watched all three seasons, right in a row. The love was deep and un-moving. Arrested Development became a staple in the home and it is not uncommon for us to still bring up AD during conversation, even during inopportune moments. Peter, whose memory is unfathomable when it comes to movie and television quotes, can recite full scenes from the top of his head. We go back to the show, over and over again. We breakdown scenes and jokes. We analyze the clothes and the details in the background. We discuss what could have been with the shortened, ill fated final season. We are fans of season four, despite some grumblings in the community. I think it feels like home. Arrested Development feels like coming home, in the same way that The Simpsons feels like home or Six Feet Under. It is the chicken soup of when things are falling apart. It reminds us not of a simpler time but of the fact that things have always been kind of bad and people are always kind of awful and despite all this, we can laugh because it's not all that bad. We move on. We live. We laugh. They say you can't go home again and I think in the figurative and philosophical sense of the word, that is true, but in some other way - less complicated way - we can go to another type of home. We know each room. We recognize every object and article of clothing. We love the voices and we recite the lines. This is our home. It's as close as we can get to going home again.