Synopsis: Since Mike is lumbered with the unhelpful father-induced assumption that women are born with a nesting instinct but only seem to be bad at it because crazy wimmin hormones make them want things they shouldn't like careers or outside interests, he stands there jabbering about how Liz should surprise Mom by making this a really fancy meal. After staring at him like he's a big idiot, the big idiot acts as if having to cut up some wieners to jazz up the Kraft Dinner is a big imposition.
Summary: This is his idea of 'helping', I'm afraid. He needs a boot to the head.
