GRAMMY: (reading to Julius) Lady bug, lady bug, fly away home. Your house is on fire and your children are burnt.
JULIUS: Aaaaaaah!
ME: Julius?
GRAMMY: Oh, let him go, Barbara. If you coddle that boy any more, he’ll be afraid of his own shadow.
ME: You just don’t understand him, Grammy.
GRAMMY: What’s to understand? His father hurt you, and now you’re gonna make damned sure nobody hurts him. Let him get hurt. It’ll make him stronger.
ME: That might be how things were in your day, Grammy, but it’s not how we do things today.
GRAMMY: That’s for sure. Thank God I’ll be dead before his generation takes over.
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