Mom, thank you. Mr. Palmer, my father I never had, thank you for teaching me what it is to be a man.
It's a date," Leo repeats, and we shake on it. Leo's mother sticks her head in the door. "You guys are too young to be dating!" "Mom!"Leo cries,turning bright red.
My mom won't let anyone treat me like a little princess.
Sometimes, if you don't have kids yourself, it's assumed you won't understand or know how to play a mom, which is kind of silly if you think about it.
Who's a boy gonna talk to if not his mother?
One thing," I said, when we had broken apart and the swirling feeling in my head subsided. "Maybe. . . don't tell your mom too much about this. I think she has ideas. " "What?" he asked, all innocence, as he put an arm around my shoulders and led me back toward his house. "Don't your parents cheer and stare when you make out with someone? Is that weird where you come from? I guess they don't get to see it much, though. From jail, I mean. " "Shut it, Weintraub. If I knock you down in the snow, these kids will swarm and eat you.
I'm in a no-win situation. If I have my kids in the show, I'm exploiting them. If I don't, people will think I'm not a hands-on mom.
Hi, Tad!' she said. 'Hi, Jeff! Hey, I'm not interrupting anything, am I?' 'Uh, no,' I said. 'We were just. . . I mean, Tad was. . . uh, nope. ' 'So what were you guys talking about?' 'Well,' I said, 'it's very complicated. We were discussing. . . umm. . . hats. You know, hats. Like, the head kind. ' 'There's another kind?' Lindsey asked. 'Hey, Jeff?' Tad said. 'If your mom needs any evidence to prove that you're retarded, let me know. I'd be glad to record you talking to Lindsey. I'm pretty sure that would do the trick.
I first heard music while in the womb. My mom tells me she played Tubular Bells with the headphones against her stomach all the time. A bit disturbing as I believe that is the theme to The Exorcist. Maybe she thought she was having Satan's baby.
My mom's a psychologist, and I think that has influenced me on a personal level. Plus, I'm just generally interested in visualization and humanity, social activity and technology, and what happens in aggregate.
The family circle has widened. The worldpool of information fathered by the electric media--movies, Telstar, flight--far surpassesany possible influence mom and dad can now bring to bear. Character no longer is shaped by only two earnest, fumbling experts. Now all the world's a sage.
Mom ran the house, so we grew up Portuguese.
And you, Mom. I loved you. You've asked if i felt and understood that you loved me. of course I did. And you know this. I loved your love because it kept me safe and happy and wanted, and it existed beyond words and hugs and eyes.
I'm a substitute mom. " "You're more like a crazy aunt who only gets called when somebody needs bailing out of jail.
My mom put me in a Pampers commercial on TV
I was raised in Boston by three older brothers and a very strong and empowering single mom.
My mom is really tough.
I love every second of being a mom.
There were things that had been weighing heavy on me for quite some time. And I went into this hole, trying to work through some of these things so that I could be a better me and be a better mom to Julez and be a better wife and a better friend and a better sister.
I don't know how many days I worked there [on Star Wars]. The thing I do remember was I somehow got a parking space next to Kermit the Frog. It was Jim Henson's space, with this Kermit the Frog sign. I took a photo of it and sent it to my mom with a caption that read, "Look, Mom. I made it. I got a parking space next to Kermit the Frog. " I was always fascinated by the film-set infrastructures.
