[ Lin looks, in one word: frazzled. Her curls are frizzed, and her expression is one of worried uncertainty. She keeps glancing down at the bundle in her arms, and then back up at him. ]
He just won't quit crying! I knew I wasn't cut out for this.
[ She presents the bundle for his inspection. The baby blanket contains one large rock. ]
6!
He just won't quit crying! I knew I wasn't cut out for this.
[ She presents the bundle for his inspection. The baby blanket contains one large rock. ]
He's your son. Do something.