I Love Children But...

A look at two modern fathers with their sons. In case one, dad takes his tyke with him for a game of cards with a bachelor friend. They put the boy to bed in the guest room then try to play. They boy spits his milk, plays with the window shade, dispatches a prize tropical fish, and breaks rare decanters. Dad never loses his temper, but the host does. Finally, just desserts. In case two, dad can't leave well enough alone and insists on visiting his son's new tree house. Does disaster await?