Could I be the only one who thought to myself, when watching the half-season finale last weekend…
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…that surely, in San Francisco, there must be an well-off, well-adjusted gay couple — they might even have been married, during Mayor Gavin’s brief officiating period — that would take better care of this child than the scheming foster couple who had him at the beginning of the episode, and the kid would never have waddled out of the forest with a severed digit to begin with [the severed digit was not his own, thankfully]. I’d sort of understand if Monk lived in the Bible Belt, but come on, it’s San Francisco.
Granted, it would’ve made it even more contrived to get Monk together with a toddler and have a Very Special Episode, but did you really buy Monk as seriously considering taking care of a baby boy? I wash my hands almost as much as he does and I couldn’t get past the diaper thing. I stuck poor Abbey with diaper duty the whole time we visited the nephews. I get a shiver just thinking about it now.
And while I’m talking about this, how did the guy who plays Stoudemire not get cast in that Inspector Gadget movie as Chief Quimby? It’s uncanny.
I hope they get back to finding his wife’s killer in the next series of episodes this summer.
