I’m sorry, but I have no problem with Cousin Oliver. Although I have no love for the sitcom tradition of bringing in a younger kid for the sake of it, in this case, I can waive my objections. The Brady kids were all so perfect and plastic; I liked the balance of a fat little kid with glasses and a funny voice. I didn’t go to school with blond nymphets and curly-headed satyrs, I went to school with fat little kids who had glasses and funny voices.