This fine 60's comedy, I first caught in '84. If there was only one family you wanted to be part of, it was the Douglas's. Although not consistently funny, this fine black and white sitcom, had such greatly written characters, performed by an exceptionally talented cast of youngsters, another one, a nephew, I won't name who, ending up as a torturer in the ill forgotten Hostel 3. Creepy. You could not help like, or get caught up in the Douglas's problems, grumpy uncle Charlie was one, cranky old guy who grew on me. But I primarily liked Fred Mcmurray's performance and his character. I really liked this dude. He was a great example of a perfect father figure, every father should be like him. The show just worked on the characters alone, and those faint exterior painted backdrops of suburbia, just adds to it's 60's appeal. The theme song, I'll never get out of my head. Yes, My three sons will always be remembered for what it is, a fine family 60's sitcom, involving as.... f..k.