“The rocks, of course, were plentiful. In fact, rocks were an essential article in
every home with children. Usually it was
a well- aimed rock that put the infant to sleep, and the mother crooned ‘Rock-a-bye
baby,’ as the brat passed out cold.” -Groucho Marx, Memoirs
Love takes all kinds of forms – a mother’s love for a child
is boundless and siblings love one another to death.
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