Max loathed confinement. Caught tunneling under the play-yard fence, he climbed up his crib side and dropped to the floor with a thud. Jolted awake, his mother scooped him into her arms and tore through the house. No seven month old baby could do this without help. But he had and repeated it nightly. When he dismantled a neighbor's swing-set without tools, Max and his more sociable sister were banned from the play-yard. Hoping he would disappear forever,...
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