I like being mean to the kids (why else have them?) but Mom demonstrated a true artistry that left me breathless in jealousy. She actually made Corwin cry without laying a hand on him. Now, you’re all wondering, what subtle, complex psychological path did she have to tread to achieve this? It’s a bit involved, but if you read carefully you’ll be able to follow it —
Did you catch all that? I can go over it again if you missed it.
The best part was hearing these little soft yet full of pathos “…applesauce!…” wimperings every so often. I don’t know how Mom figured this out — Corwin likes apples and apple juice. But sauce — genius!
Superman does the same thing when his mother serves him a side of Kryptonite with his dinner.
