Stone Soup by Jan Eliot for April 09, 1997
April 08, 1997
April 10, 1997
Transcript:
Joan: Max?! I just put you to bed! How'd you get out here? Gramma: He figured out how to climb out of his crib. Joan: What?! IF he can climb out of his crib, how can I have any control?!! Gramma: And so it begins. With children, control is an illusion. Joan: I was in control of bedtime!! Max: No bed no bed no bed!
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