Every time my mother asks me to loan her some money, I remind her of how she used to force me to eat broccoli when I was growing up. And when she accuses me of acting childishly and refusing to let go of the past, I always tell her, that may be true, but at least I’m not broke.
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Be a good son! She’s your Mom fer cryin’ out loud! Make sure she doesn’t starve! Deliver her a crate of broccoli every day, watsa matta wit you? 🙂
A crate of broccoli? I guess I can do that, if she promises not to try to hit me up for a loan.