Being pretty on the inside means you don’t hit your brother and you eat all your peas — that’s what my grandma taught me. – Author unknown, attributed to a 7-year-old named Jennie
My father used to play with my brother and me in the yard. Mother would come out and say, “You’re tearing up the grass.” “We’re not raising grass,” Dad would reply. “We’re raising boys.” – Harmon Killebrew
Louie brought his new girlfriend over, and the nicest thing I can say about her is all her tattoos are spelled correctly. – Robert Harling, Steel Magnolias
