"I'm pretty sure I had a Cabbage Patch Kid that looked exactly like her," Bryan says, looking at the little girl in coke bottle glasses. "Not... recently," he insists, awkwardly clearing his throat.

"Your mom looks nice," he continues. There was one positive thing about this whole ordeal. He doesn't have to worry about either of the awkward meeting the parents dinners if they already happened. "And them?" There's a picture of a tall, glamazon of an African American woman and an adorable baby covered in Post-it notes. Fashionable and functional.