“What a birthday I had last year!” exclaimed the first. “My son, that wonderful boy, threw me a big party in a fancy restaurant. He even paid for plane tickets for all my friends!”
“That’s very nice, but listen to this,” said the second. “Last winter, my son gave me an all-expenses paid cruise to the Greek islands; First Class!”
“That’s nothing!” interrupted the third woman. “For five years now, my son has been paying a psychiatrist $150 an hour, three times a week, and the whole time he talks about nothing but me.”
Living: the ultimate team sport 