A boy anxious for his lunch, implored his mother; "Mom could you please hurry up and get me some food?". The harried mother, besides herself replied; "What do you think I have, ten of me?" The boy jokingly replied to his mother; "You'll need more than ten Mom's to take care of us, Mom". Mom retorted; "I don't think so..." The young lad furthered that retort; "I meant, Mom, dearest; that you are far better than ten Mom's put together!". Mom smiled coyly and said: "That's better, dear".