Biscuit came up to me the other day, and said, "Mom, I have to tell you something."
"Okay," I said. "Whatcha got?"
"Well, I just wanted to say that I regret the Mother's Day gift I gave you," he said.
"What do you mean?" I asked. "You wish you hadn't given me the necklace?"
"No, no, no," Biscuit said. "Not that. What I mean is, you know, when I ... you know ... said 'Happy Mother's Day, blech!' 'Happy Mother's Day, blech!'" And he was making throwing up motions.
"Well, I'm just glad you're feeling better now," I said. "And I do love my necklace."
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