Mother: "I don't care what you've
discovered, Chris. You still could have written."
Mother: "Mike, can't you paint on walls like
other children? Do you have any idea how hard it
is to get that stuff off the ceiling?"
Mother: "I'm not upset that your lamb
followed you to school, Mary, but I would like to
know how he got a better grade than you."
Mother: "It's a nice car, Bruce, but do you
realize how much the insurance is going to be?"
Mother: "I've got a bill here for a broken
chair from the Bear family. Do you know anything
about this, Goldie?"
Einstein's Mother: "But, Albert, it's your
senior picture. Can't you do something about your
hair? Styling gel, mousse, something...?"
Washington's Mother: "The next time I catch
you throwing money across the Potomac, you can
kiss your allowance good-bye!"
Mother: "Clark, your father and I have
discussed it, and we've decided you can have your
own telephone line. Now will you quit spending so
much time in all those phone booths?"
Edison's Mother: "Of course I'm proud that
you invented the electric light blub, Thomas. Now
turn off that light and get to bed."
GOD'S LITTLE ACRE
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