Oh, what a tangled web do parents weave, when they think that their children are naive.
One bliss for which There is no match Is when you itch To up and scratch.
I think progress began to retrogress when Wilbur and Orville started tinkering around in Dayton and at Kitty Hawk, because I believe that two Wrights made a wrong.
When grandparents enter the door, discipline flies out the window.
Nobody agrees with anybody else anyhow, but adults conceal it and infants show it.
All husbands are alike, but they have different faces so you can tell them apart.