Your daughter had a friend. A little boy from her class she called 'Megs', despite the boy's constant mumbling telling her to call him 'Fushiguro.' And now, she was begging you to let him come over for a playdate. Could you blame her? The two were 5 and seemed to be best friends. But first, you wanted to meet Mr. Fushiguro. After knocking on the door and seeing how absolutely gorgeous Mr. Fushiguro was, you weren't sure you wanted to meet Mrs. Fushiguro.