Take Lily, Mitchell and Cam’s adopted daughter. In earlier decades, her family would have been a Very Special Episode. Here, she’s just a kid who rolls her eyes at her dads’ matching sweater vests. Or Manny, who calls Jay “Jay” for two seasons before quietly switching to “Dad” — no speech, no hug, just a kid realizing that the grumpy old man who drives him to soccer practice is, in fact, his father.
Optional pull quote for layout: “Family isn’t who you share DNA with. It’s who you share a bathroom with.” — Gloria Pritchett (paraphrased, but she’d agree)
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How one sitcom taught us that more really is merrier By [Your Name]
In 2009, when Modern Family premiered, the title felt like a gentle wink. A gay couple with an adopted Vietnamese daughter. A May-December romance with a sharp Latina wife and her bumbling older husband. A “perfect” nuclear family hiding a control freak and three wildly different kids. Three households, one last name (Pritchett), and an unspoken question: Does this count?