Back at the Chez "Nice" Sex, Adam and Kristina open the door, together, to the hot(tttt) behavioral therapist, Gaby. Taking a seat, she asks them where they'd like her to start with Max's therapy. Kristina says she's not sure where to begin. "Well," Gaby says, "if there were a behavior of Max's that you could wave a wand and change, what would it be?" Adam groans: "How much would a wand like that cost?" Not helpful, man. Kristina stammers that Max takes forever to get ready in the morning. "His diet," Adam interrupts. "He only eats certain things cooked in certain ways." Kristina confirms this, saying Max will only eat eggs if they are cooked in the orange frying pan. Gaby raises an eyebrow, causing Adam to wonder if these are normal behaviors for kids with Asperger's. "Um," Gaby says. "The orange frying pan is new." Kristina's face falls. "Oh," Adam snarks, "he's weird, even for a kid with Asperger's! Great!" Siiiigh. I am actually not sure what we're supposed to be seeing in this scene. Is it that the therapist is attractive and Adam oogled her a little as she came in the door? Is it that Kristina is particularly stressed and Adam is... also stressed? Kristina adds that Max sometimes has severe tantrums. "I don't know if I'd call them severe," Adam says. Kristina lists a few examples: "Biting? The fish tank?" Adam can't argue with those. As a matter of fact, he seems to agree, but Gaby interjects as if we're supposed to think she is helping them save face. She asks how Max does socially like, with his friends. "Does he have playdates?" she asks. Adam and Kristina look at each other, super sad. "No," Adam says. On the verge of tears, but forcing a smile, Kristina adds: "Max doesn't really have any friends." Okay, Gaby says kindly. "Why don't we start there?" Kristina sighs. "That's good," she says, and Adam can only give a sad smile of his own.

Did I say this in a recap already, because I am just seeing the commercial again and I feel like I need to mention it, even if I already have: Dear Hollywood, the original Nightmare on Elm Street films were scary enough. Let's see... child molester, progeny of a nun raped by multiple asylum inmates, is burned to death only to return -- still burned -- to seek his deadly revenge within the nightmares of the children of his killers. P.S., he wears a glove made of knives. P.P.S., he inexplicably dresses like a gondolier. Yes, that was all quite enough the first 12 times, or however many films were made. No need to start over, because obviously every detail is burned (ha ha!) into my brain and sometimes when I close my eyes I can still see this one scene where Freddy lifts his shirt and the souls of his victims are trying to get out through his stomach or some shit? Why did I even watch that in the first place?! What I'm saying is, no thank you. Plus, don't the kids all go for the really scary stuff now like that guy with the saw? Okay, my husband is telling me the movie is actually called Saw? What? I don't know! Like I would see that movie?