Three mothers are sitting on a park bench in Miami Beach talking about (what else?) how much their sons love them.
Sadie says, “You know the Chagall painting hanging in my living room? My son, Arnold, bought that for me for my 75th birthday. What a good boy he is, and how much he loves his mother.”
Minnie says, “You call that love? You know the Eldorado Cadillac I just got for Mother’s Day? That’s from my son Bernie. What a doll.”
Shirley says, “That’s nothing. You know my son Stanley? He’s in analysis with a psychoanalyst on Park Avenue, no less. Five session a week–$200 a hour, and what does he talk about? Me.”