Now before we get into anything, ladies, no scratching, no spitting and no tattling to mummy.
One thing I learned is that it's never OK to walk through a cemetery dressed as a mummy - even if that was a shortcut on the way to the costume party.
While Daddy liked to stick to the rules, Mummy liked to bend them.
What must it be like for a little boy to read that daddy never loved mummy?
I'm back. . . and you knew I was coming. On my way here I passed a cinema with the sign 'The Mummy Returns'.
Is the raggle-taggle Brangelina tribe any more bogus than that of the landlocked yummy mummy who believes that she can drop half a dozen brats and still keep a modest carbon footprint? I don't think so.
In the family of punctuation, where the full stop is daddy and the comma is mummy, and the semicolon quietly practises the piano with crossed hands, the exclamation mark is the big attention-deficit brother who gets overexcited and breaks things and laughs too loudly.
I'm a bit of a mummy's boy.
I soothe my conscience now with the thought that it is better for hard words to be on paper than that Mummy should carry them in her heart.
I'm a proper mummy's boy.
MUMMY, n. - an ancient Egyptian handy, too, in museums in gratifying the vulgar curiosity that serves to distinguish man from the lower animals.
My daughter, Lila, is my style critic. She'll say, "No, Mummy, you can't wear that. " She's very good. I do trust her instinct.
They decided the mummy would be unwrapped, for the titillation of the ladies, just after dinner.
As I leafed through the book in front of me and watched the dust swirl in the air, I wondered if maybe there was some evil dormant virus in the pages that would infect me, like the mummy dust that used to kill archaeologists. Death by research. That was not a glorious end.
President Obama invited John McCain to the White House to give his opinion on Egypt, specifically what it's like to be a mummy.
I've always been really drawn to that kind of sexual earthiness in European women, and Sophia Loren covered all the bases, including the whole mummy fantasy.
Oh Wasn't it naughty of Smudges? Oh, Mummy, I'm sick with disgust. She threww me in front of the judges, And my silly old collar-bone's bust.
I'm a great mummy. I've mapped out all the fun spots in every city.
Mummies are dehydrated & they long for the blood of living words.
I could always escape into this demi-monde of homosexuality, which I feel really indebted to. It stopped me being a 'mummy's boy. '