Stone Soup by Jan Eliot for September 26, 1997
Transcript:
Joan: I'm home. Val: You have the shortest dates. Joan: What do you expect when the mere mention of my son throws men into a speechless stupor. Val: Ah. The male biological clock. The alarm goes off when children get too close. Joan: I might as well wear a sigh that says "I have undiagnosable rashes."