Regina's Mom Quotes

There are no rules within this house of mine— I am no mother regular, forsooth! A cool mom I, ’tis so, Regina, yea?

I just realized I know nothing about you. Do you have a family? Where are you from?” The idea that I just invited a relative stranger, who owns nothing, to live in my apartment gave me a stomachache, but the weird thing was that I felt like I had known him forever. “I’m from Detroit; my entire family still lives there. My mom works in a bakery at a grocery store and my dad is a retired electrician. I have twelve brothers and sisters.” “Really? I’m an only child. I can’t imagine having a huge family like that—it must have been awesome!” Relaxing his stance, he leaned his tattooed forearm onto the dresser and crossed his feet. Jackson came over and sat next to him. Will unconsciously began petting Jackson’s head. It made my heart warm. “Actually, I don’t have twelve brothers and sisters. I have one brother and eleven sisters.” He paused. “I’m dead serious. My brother Ray is the oldest and I’m the youngest with eleven girls in between. I swear my parents just wanted to give Ray a brother, so they kept having more babies. By the time I was born, Ray was sixteen and didn’t give a shit. On top of it, they all have R names except me. It’s a f**king joke.” “You’re kidding? Name ‘em,” I demanded. In a super-fast voice Will recited, “Raymond, Reina, Rachelle, Rae, Riley, Rianna, Reese, Regan, Remy, Regina, Ranielle, Rebecca, and then me, Will.” “Surely they could have figured out another R name?” “Well my brother was named after my dad, so my mom felt like I should be named after someone too, being the only other boy and all. So I was named after my grandfather… Wilbur Ryan.” “Oh my god!” I burst into laughter. “Your name is Wilbur?” “Hey, woman, that’s my poppy’s name, too.” Still giggling, I said, “I’m sorry, I just expected William.” “Yeah, it’s okay. Everyone does.” He smiled and winked at me again.

It was a mom and dad and several teenagers, the latter in various states of waking, ranging from blinking and stumbling to obviously sleepwalking.

You probably think that the old crow was just sitting there waiting for someone to drop part of their sandwich, so he could swoop down and snatch it. But he wasn’t. That old crow was admiring daddies pushing their kids on the swings and moms cuddling babies on the park bench nearby. Then, when the sun started to lower in the sky and all the children were gathered to make their way back home, the old crow would remember all the good things he’d seen that day and would hop across his branch and snuggle down deep in his hollow for the night, all the happy images melding into his dreams.

it for Regina. You’ll look so cute together! Mom and daughter in matching dresses!” “Regina’s cute. I’m definitely not.” Angela’s lip began to quiver. It was a sign as subtly ominous as the first

Amber Regina Elisa Davis, mind your manners,” Mom warned.