Fine. Just know that in a couple of days, when that thing is born, and you're gonna have to cuddle and snuggle up with something with that face on it, don't come crying to me.
With the dogs falling, Mercedes weeping and riding, Hal swearing innocuously, and Charles's eyes wistfully watering, they staggered into John Thornton's camp at the mouth of White River.
Why had God invented children, she thought savagely as she turned her ankle cruelly on the dark road — useless, crying nuisances they were, always demanding care, always in the way.
Mendo will talk big and he'll have his chest puffed out and everything like that, but the immediate moment that you turn off the lights and it's completely dark, he starts to become a crybaby.