Fish Parent Mugs

"Oh no! Did you leave the People Magazine crossword puzzle where the fish could see it?!"

"I've had 2000 fingerlings and not one of them called me on Mother's Day."

"Approaching 10,000 steps."

"It's amazing, Darlin', just how fast the kids grow up!"

'... And some primitive cultures, believed that 'the great ones' modelled us from clay.'

"My granddaughter's first words to me were 'OK, Boomer.' I have no idea what that even means."

'Isn't that cute! They're thanking us.'

"Bark or stare? Always a tough decision. Bark? Maybe stare? Whimper? Maybe? Meanwhile, stare."

"Being raised in the city, Fred didn’t quite grasp the true purpose of a game camera."

City Zoo: Day Care

"Your food didn't melt, young man... this is the soup course."

"And the last little piggy cried, 'Oui, oui, oui' all the way home."

Playing Fetch.

"Bond James, Bond."

"Tell me about this fear of couches."

"Can I borrow the car keys?"

'Reading, writing and arithmetic are important, son. Someday you might sign autographs for money.'

'Personally, I don't like to play Fetch, but it makes him happy.'

"The good old days of eating the washing off the line are all gone methinks: The farmer has bought an electric dryer..."

"Just be yourself."

"I hope you are enjoying the walk..."

'Couldn't Peter claim Mr. McGregor's garden was an 'attractive nuisance?'

Polly txt speak

"I can't believe how great my life is now: We used to live in an apartment, but now, I have my own garden..."

"Is he talking yet? I was hoping he could help me with my new phone."

Grace For Flies

"Did I hear the dog in here?"

Grad School Parent-Teacher Conference

I like the Jets...I guess

"Hold it right there, ma'am! If you get too close to the artwork, I'll have to ask you to leave the gallery."

'What would your mum say if she saw you drawing all over the wall like that?'

"Don't worry, dear. You'll grow."

'Why don't they make thumb-flavored baby food?'

'Personally I take all these programmes with a pinch of salt.'

'I stay trim because of high metabolism. Theirs, not mine.'