Wow. Considering how many of my neurons are devoted to remembering and reciting nearly every line from the rest of his movies--Ferris Bueller's Day Off, Sixteen Candles, The Breakfast Club, Weird Science, National Lampoon Vacation, Uncle Buck, Home Alone 1-3, Beethoven 1-5, Maid in Manhattan, OK, maybe not those last nine--it seems slightly cruel to mention Mr. Mom on the day John Hughes died suddenly of a heart attack during a morning walk in Manhattan.
But fact is, the dude wrote freakin' Mister Mom, the 25-year-old Michael Keaton movie which has given a generation of good news producers bad ideas. And which they have to reference every freakin' time an involved dad crosses their path--or twice the week before Father's Day, whichever is fewer.