Oh, if the feminists of the '70s...

Oh, if the feminists of the '70s could see us now. It's the 21st century, and we're still trying to train our men to understand what an unfair pain in the collective butt traditional gender roles are for mothers. I really would like someone to explain to me how and why working women still find themselves doing most of the housework and childcare in a two-parent home. OK, I'll stop the diatribe and watch anyway as these dads get graded on cleaning, parenting, time management and nutrition, not to mention sleepover-party-planning, farm-animal care and primitive-vehicle construction. I think Tom Potter definitely had the advantage in this match, simply because he has daughters (and here I go assigning girls their gender roles so early). Plus they're slightly older than Dan Smith's boys, and the youngest Potter, 6-year-old Ashton, provides comic relief instead of throwing temper tantrums like 4-year-old Mitchell Smith. And despite Tom's initial panic, he totally bonded with the llama, too. Dan couldn't keep it together on the cleaning front, and he gave in to Mitchell's demands too easily (what sane father gives any kid 14 fudge pops in four days?). Things had a way of falling together for him at the last minute, including (pun intended) in that soap-box derby. The scenes of the moms learning flair bartending and receiving tennis lessons from a very friendly pro would have been so much better if we didn't have to see them get teary every time they thought about their kids. Enjoy without regrets, ladies! It was much more appropriate to see the husbands' very emotional promises to pitch in around the house more in the future. Sure, the Potters won $25,000 for their kids' education (um, and judging by that McMansion of theirs, I doubt they need it much), but if these dads hold to their pledges, both moms will have received quite a nice gift. We've got you on tape, boys.