She suddenly noticed that her mother had several strands of white hair sticking out, in contrast on her brunette head. One day a man spotted a lamp by the roadside. He picked it up, rubbed it vigorously, and a genie appeared. When she expressed difficulty in grasping the concept of marriage, her father decided to pull out his wedding photo album, thinking visual images would help. One page after another, he pointed out the bride arriving at the church, the entrance, the wedding ceremony, the recessional, the reception, etc.
Real Mothers know that their kitchen utensils are probably in the sandbox.
Real Mothers often have sticky floors, filthy ovens and happy kids. Real Mothers know that dried Playdough doesn't come out of shag carpets. Real Mothers don't want to know what the vacuum just sucked up. Real Mothers know that a child's growth is not measured by height or years or grade. She's hopelessly old-fashioned.