Archive for the ‘Moms’ Category

You are No Son of Mine

Little boy: What’s a ‘shindig’?
Mom: It’s like a party.
Little boy: Oh, okay.
Mom: It’s like a big, southern party. In Texas. Yee-haw!
Little boy: Yee-haw?

–Lake Michigan, Holland, Michigan

Overheard by: BAB

I Was Told This Was a Gated Community

Mom: I don’t think we can stay at this hotel the whole time.
Daughter: Why? What’s wrong? It’s not that bad…
Mom: No, there’s just so many Mexicans at the pool.
Daughter: We’re in Mexico, mother!

–Puerto Vallarta, Mexico

Mom, It's Me.

Lady to strangers: Sorry to ask you this, but my sons hate me and won’t touch me, so can you put some sunscreen on my back?

–Southern Shores, North Carolina