We kick things off with an Am I the Asshole? that has the table divided. Imagine showing up to what you think is a classy wine night… only to discover it’s a surprise party where everyone is dressed like you and the whole thing turns into an unkind roast. If you quietly grab your keys and Irish-exit after two hours of being the punchline, are you dramatic… or just done? The family weighs in, and let’s just say not everyone would survive a roast of Anthony.

In the middle of the chaos, we stumble into one of the wildest stories of the week: a fighter whose glued-on hairpiece gets punched off mid-match and tossed into the crowd like a sweaty souvenir. Yes. It gets passed around. Yes. We have questions. From there, things turn thoughtful when we debate a parenting dilemma: if your child asks for something and your partner says no, who do you back? Does it depend on the situation? The stakes? The hair dye? The conversation gets layered fast.

And toward the end, we bring it home. There’s an update on Dad and next steps involving a research team at UCSF focused on FTD, which leads to logistics, sibling banter about who’s driving into San Francisco, and a reminder that even heavy moments still happen around the dinner table. We close the way we always do: with love, a little sarcasm, and a full menu of al pastor tacos, beans, cilantro lime rice… and the eternal question of who’s doing the dishes.

Roasts, wigs, parenting debates, and real-life updates. Just another Sunday around our table.