I had been doom-scrolling at 10pm when I kept seeing one phrase — butter mum. I thought it was about cooking. It wasn't. It was a name for the soft, unbothered, melt-into-summer mum I grew up with — my mum, in the 90s. This episode is the whole reckoning: the list of 40 holiday activities I did three of, the dinosaur sandwich nobody ate, the Bluey guilt, and the phone call to my own mum that flipped the entire thing on its head.