Two irresponsible adults had a night of sex. A little over a year later irresponsible adult number one (we'll call her Sylvia (Nancy Travis)) dropped off the results of that night at irresponsible adult number two's house (we'll call him Jack Holden (Ted Danson)). The results of that night just so happen to be a beautiful baby girl named Mary.
Jack wasn't home at the time of the delivery so Jack's roommates, Peter (Tom Selleck) and Michael (Steve Guttenberg) were left holding the bag. Well, in this case, the baby. There were plenty of follies as these two oblivious bachelors stumbled their way through caring for a child. Fortunately for them, Jack arrived back home after a few days and was able to chip in to help care for his daughter.
This was an adorable movie but I don't want to talk about that. I want to talk about Sylvia. She dropped the baby off at the front door. There was nine months of pregnancy and another three months or so of child rearing and not once did she call, write, or send a telegram telling Jack that he's a father. Yet, in a moment of weakness, she drops off her baby at Jack's front door.
Now, me personally, I'm getting medical proof that I'm the father. Not that Mary wasn't a bundle of joy or anything, but because Sylvia's methods of dropping a baby on Jack were so outrageous. I would be thinking that the real father split and I was the next best option.
Jack was too good of a guy (or too gullible) to get a paternity test and his roommates were too head-over-heels to even suggest it. It's not like a woman would lie about such a thing right?
As I said, the movie was adorable and it was a comedy after all. There was no need to darken the mood by going to a doctor or by suggesting that precious little Mary could be anybody's daughter. Nevermind my cynical musing, Three Men and a Baby was awesome.
Jack wasn't home at the time of the delivery so Jack's roommates, Peter (Tom Selleck) and Michael (Steve Guttenberg) were left holding the bag. Well, in this case, the baby. There were plenty of follies as these two oblivious bachelors stumbled their way through caring for a child. Fortunately for them, Jack arrived back home after a few days and was able to chip in to help care for his daughter.
This was an adorable movie but I don't want to talk about that. I want to talk about Sylvia. She dropped the baby off at the front door. There was nine months of pregnancy and another three months or so of child rearing and not once did she call, write, or send a telegram telling Jack that he's a father. Yet, in a moment of weakness, she drops off her baby at Jack's front door.
Now, me personally, I'm getting medical proof that I'm the father. Not that Mary wasn't a bundle of joy or anything, but because Sylvia's methods of dropping a baby on Jack were so outrageous. I would be thinking that the real father split and I was the next best option.
Jack was too good of a guy (or too gullible) to get a paternity test and his roommates were too head-over-heels to even suggest it. It's not like a woman would lie about such a thing right?
As I said, the movie was adorable and it was a comedy after all. There was no need to darken the mood by going to a doctor or by suggesting that precious little Mary could be anybody's daughter. Nevermind my cynical musing, Three Men and a Baby was awesome.