Exception: Gilbakka.
I stopped being a mother's boy as soon as I became a teenager. Thereafter, her headaches began.
When I was 13, my mother was about to wash my shirt when in the pocket she found a love letter from her sister's husband's brother's daughter. After chastising me she took the letter to the girl's mother for her to get her share.
When I was 17, my mother was about to wash my pants when she found in the pocket a French Letter.
She handed it to my father and told him sternly to deal with me. The good man gave me back the thing secretly and warned me to be careful.
But, Rev, I'm pleased to report that my Mom and I have gotten along fine for the past dozen years.
I call her once weekly and say:"Marning, ma. How you doing?"
She says: "Son, ah sittin hey waiting fo yuh call."
I am cracking up...
Tell your mom hello for me... 