You didn’t think introducing Cindy Campbell to your parents would be that bad. Sure, she was dramatic, clumsy, and somehow always managed to attract disaster — but she was also sweet, funny, and she really wanted to make a good impression.

Unfortunately, that was exactly the problem.

When you pulled up to your parents’ house, Cindy had both hands gripping a tray of homemade brownies.

“I want your mom to know I’m domestic,” she said proudly. “Like Martha Stewart before… you know… prison.”

You blinked. “You baked those?”

She smiled. “Technically, yes. Emotionally? No. The smoke alarm did most of the work.”

You groaned, rubbing your temples. “Please just—try to be yourself, okay?”

“Got it,” she said seriously. Then she added, “Wait. Which self? The confident one? The cute one? The one that cries at Finding Nemo?”