Don't try this at home.

Papa no iukoto wo kikinasai is basically an Usagi Drop knockoff marketing scheme which sports cute and delightfully-underage heroines to sell copies of its light novels, comic and recently an anime. If you have ever seen Usagi Drop, then you may skip the first three episodes of this series. I forgot the protagonist’s name even though I’ve watched seven episodes, but that’s completely fine because now I can project myself into his role. He’s basically a male version of that Twilight Chick, a hollow empty shell of a person that can easily be cut out of the picture to be replaced by yours truly.

The story basically goes like this: Guy’s older sister is married to a man with two children. She bears him a third. Then they go on vacation to Hawaii but accidentally use Korean Air thus sealing their fate. Somehow, these three girls all have different moms, and the relatives are trying to split them up by determining who is related to who. Now, during the emotional scene that accompanies all that gibberish I was just trying to work out in my head why the sister would marry a man who clearly can’t keep a wife; but I guess it’s more realistic this way.

So the creators, in an effort to do away with the old saying, “all the eggs in one basket,” decide to fill out the rest of the character rosters with well-endowed females to try appealing to both worlds. The result is… uncertain.

The resident pedophile of the series, and main love interest.

The Next Door Neighbor, and Voice Actress.

The protagonist’s main love interest, Raika-something, is clearly a pedophile. However, because she’s hot and female, this is somewhat socially acceptable.

She's perfect in every way, except for the molestation charges...

So far, everyone’s been very helpful and cheerful. However, this is anime, and without drama it would just be another Nickolodeon show. So now they’ve introduced the well-endowed Landlady Bitch. I’m sure some of these characters have names, but I stopped paying attention. She basically claims the dude breached his contract by moving his nieces into his one-room apartment. If I had continued to live out of my parent’s garage, then I would consider her to be a bitch, but I’ve been moving around for five years now, and I can tell you that the protagonist was completely in the wrong. Her argument is sound, so I wish her luck in evicting his shady ass.

Get the fuck out of my apartment!

As per usual with a Kei Toume production, Momonchi is dominated by inner monologues and unnoticeable-yet-amiable characters. What this means for the average reader is a manga with no resolution or character development. What this means for the Kei Toume fan is another great reading experience with beautiful colored artworks, or an engrossing work that will no doubtedly occupy our minds with countless hours of fantasy wherein we undress the heroines from the shackles we call clothes.

I don’t really know how else to enjoy this series. Still, no matter the reason or method to your madness, it will prove to be worth the hour or two (maybe three) reading through this nonchalant piece of real fiction. It is a very light-hearted comedy, so don’t expect anything like incest or rape as you might expect from an average manga.

The plot follows the life of Momo Okamoto as she perseveres through her post-high school days attending an art prep school, following in the steps of her artist father. As you might guess, the low-life deadbeat left his family to pursue his art and Momo grew up hardly knowing him. Though that is the case, she does not hate him or harbor any resentment towards him. In fact, it proves to have quite the opposite effect as she feels closer to him now that he is gone. Let’s not point fingers, she’s not the brightest of heroines. If I had to give her an archetype, it’d be the ditzy short kid who has trouble staying awake for lessons. Of course she would pursue art, the lazy wench.

I am kidding. Probably. Possibly. Huh… what was this article about? Oh yes, the plot is about her dealings with love, or lack thereof. In the end, nothing really happened. I hope you enjoy the irony as much as I do.