Three older Jewish mothers were sitting on a park bench in Miami Beach
talking about (what else?) how much their sons love them.
Sadie said, "You know the Manet painting hanging in my living room? My
son, Irving, bought that for me for my 75th birthday. What a good boy he
is, and how much he loves his mother."
Gertie said, "You call that love? You know that new Cadillac I just got
for Mother's Day? That's from my son Bernie. What a doll."
Golda, in turn, replied, "That's nothing. You know my son Stanley? He's
in analysis with a psychoanalyst on Park Ave. Five sessions a week - and
what does he talk about? ME."
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