Three older women were bragging about their grown sons and how much their sons love them.
Sadie says, “See that brand-new Mercedes? I just got it for my birthday. It’s from my son, Bernie. What a darling!”
“You call that love?” Shirley says. “Did you know I have a Chagall in my living room? My son, Arnold, bought it for me for my 75th birthday. What a good boy he is. He really loves his mother.”
Harriet, the third woman, pipes in. “That’s nothing. My son Stanley has been in therapy for thirty years. Five sessions a week at $400 each! And he spends the entire session talking about me!”
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