Somewhere It Is Written That Parents Who

Remember, You Can Lead A Fifty-seven-year-old Body To Motherhood, But You Can't Make It Stay Awake.

Let Me Put It This Way. According To My Girth, I Should Be A Ninety-foot Redwood.

One Thing They Never Tell You About Child Raising Is That For The Rest Of Your Life, At The Drop Of A Hat, You Are Expected To Know Your Child's Name And How Old He Or She Is.

One Son Appears In Stereo - A Transistor In One Ear And The Phone In The Other.

I Have Paid As Much As $300 A Night To Throw Up Into A Sink Shaped Like A Seashell.