Stone Soup by Jan Eliot for May 07, 1998
Transcript:
Joan: Mom? Teach me the death stare. Gramma: The what? Joan: You know...that look that let us know we'd be in deep trouble if we didn't shape up immediately. Gramma: Oh. You mean- This? Joan: Stop! I'm feeling really guilty for no reason!! Gramma: It's nice to know I still have the touch.
We called it ‘The Hairy Eyeball’.