Homer: I've figured out the boy's punishment. First, he's grounded. No
leaving the house, not even for school. Second, no egg nog. In
fact, no nog, period. And third, absolutely no stealing for
three months.
Marge: I always thought I understood my special little guy, but
somewhere along the road, his hand slipped away from mine.
[looks at a handprint of "Bart, age 4"]
Homer: Ehh, what are you going to do?
Marge: [pause] Mmm. He's not my little baby any more. Maybe I mother
him too much.
-- The coming of age, "Marge Be Not Proud"
leaving the house, not even for school. Second, no egg nog. In
fact, no nog, period. And third, absolutely no stealing for
three months.
Marge: I always thought I understood my special little guy, but
somewhere along the road, his hand slipped away from mine.
[looks at a handprint of "Bart, age 4"]
Homer: Ehh, what are you going to do?
Marge: [pause] Mmm. He's not my little baby any more. Maybe I mother
him too much.
-- The coming of age, "Marge Be Not Proud"
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