Devoted Mom Gifts

Mother with sickly child

"It's childhood. Your child has childhood."

'I know you're worried about Tibby, Mrs. Lutz, but we simply don't allow people to stay overnight with their pets.'

'But you know I don't have brand loyalty for anyone but you!'

"... And bless my dog, Penny, whose licks give me the strength to carry on."

'I want to give my children all the things I never had. Then move in with them.'

'Hey, Mom, here comes Frankie's tailor!'

'Have a heart, officer... the little mite is starving!'

Work Life Balance

Valentines

"My parents are members of a tiny cult that worships me."

"Some people say you can't put a price on a wife's twenty-seven years of loyalty and devotion. They're wrong."

'I know you've gotten attached to him, Bobby, I have too, but the man at the door is from his firm and needs him back.'

'Sure, I'm a working mother - is there any other kind?'

"It's your mother. She wants to know why you never summon her."

"You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to meet you."

Mother and Baby

'My cat is very unpredictable. I never know when he's going to ignore me.'

"Wow, dad, it's a beaut."

The four sides of W Amherst Faunton: Boss/husband/father/friend.

"I like being a kid - it's the ultimate entitlement program."

'OK, it's a kidney. But you should have seen the kids faces when they opened their x-boxes.'

'If I had my time over again, I'd be too young to go out with boys.'

Gregson is a real family man.

'When you walk through a storm, hold your head up high...'

"Human resources say that we should be accepting of people who make different lifestyle choices."

'I nominated you for class mother elections and you won.'

Obsessive violinist.

Cellist having a shower

'How to Eat while Reading' and 'How to Read while Eating'.

"Well, we've kept our own counsel and done pretty well for ourselves, haven't we?"

"Let me talk to you a few moments about holding on to your lover, your hair, your money, your dog. . . ."

'I think we got the recipe for omelet and the recipe for disaster mixed up.'

Rags wanted all the bones all the time.

"You're my precious little boo!"