Morning, noon and night it’s feed me, feed me. Thank heavens there are two of us on this job.
Mom and Dad say when I grow up everyone is going to salute me. How nuts is that?
Stickley furnishings for the baby’s room, how thoughtful. You’ll make a great dad.
So his parents are coming for dinner and half an hour before they are due
he calls and says he’ll be a bit late, could I pick up the wine and cheese.
Why did I listen to your father when he said I could teach you to fly, who needs flyer’s ed.
Don’t you hate it when Mom’s out playing Mahjong and Dad is late with the pizza?