On a narrowboat holiday, I'd been doing all of the cooking all week (as well as most of the steering) while MIL sat at the front of the boat doing bugger all. She finally said she would make lunch one day, came and called us from the tiller, we sat down and out came two plates, one for her and one for dh - she hadn't made me anything because "I didn't know what you wanted, dear".
On the 34 metres of elastic she gave me for Christmas: "It's very difficult to get hold of these days".
When dd was 5 weeks old, feeding for England and crying 95% of the time: "That baby needs a smack, and if she plays up for me like she plays up for you, she'll get one".
On being told that we were getting some professional photos done of dd: "I wouldn't bother dear, she's not that attractive when all said and done".
On breastfeeding: "I don't know why you're bothering dear, why do you think scientists spent millions of pounds on developing formula if we were meant to breastfeed?"
On toys: "Little girls shouldn't be given trains and cranes to play with; you'll make her gay".
On me: "But of course you haven't made a proper career out of having children like I did; you're not a proper mother until you've got two".
Ooooh, I could go on ...