The best thing about Season 3 is that it finally lets Georgie be tired. Not sitcom-tired, where a wacky misunderstanding gets wrapped up in twenty-two minutes - genuinely, bone-deep tired of being the guy holding everything together with duct tape and optimism. Jordan has grown into this role in a way that sneaks up on you. He's still got that wide-eyed Cooper charm, but there's a weariness underneath it now that reads as real. When he's scrambling to make things work, you feel the scramble.
Osment remains the show's secret weapon. Mandy could easily be written as the long-suffering wife who sighs at the punchlines, but instead she gets to be sharp, stubborn, and occasionally wrong - which is way funnier and way more human. Their chemistry has that lived-in quality of two people who've already had the same argument three times this week and will absolutely have it a fourth.
The in-laws are where the season really flexes. Jones and Sasso have turned Audrey and Jim into a genuinely great comic duo, the kind who can derail a scene in the best possible way. And Will Sasso doing earnest, well-meaning chaos is a gift that keeps giving. Baldwin's Connor continues to be the show's weirdest delight, dropping non-sequiturs that land harder than they have any right to.
Where it stumbles: the show still occasionally reaches for the easy sitcom beat when a messier, quieter moment would hit harder. A few subplots feel like they're treading familiar ground - money stress, in-law friction, the classic "we're in over our heads" groove. But credit to the writers: even the well-worn paths come with enough specificity and Texas flavor to feel earned rather than recycled. The pacing stays breezy, the jokes land more often than they miss, and the emotional beats - when they arrive - genuinely land.
Is it reinventing the network comedy? No. Is it doing the classic multi-cam family sitcom better than almost anything else airing right now? Kind of, yeah.
