Four women were chatting while playing Mah-Jongg. Each took a turn bragging about her children. When three of them had finished, Mrs. Hurowitz began.
“Ladies,” she said, “you don’t know what it means to have a good son. My boy lives in a penthouse and he built three rooms with a kitchen especially for me. He takes me out to dinner every night. We go to the theater three times a week. Last month he took me with him on vacation to Puerto Rico. He don’t do nothing without talking to me first.
“And ladies,” added Mrs. Hurowitz, “my son goes to a psychiatrist five times a week. And who do you think he spends the whole time talking about? Me!”
From The Official Jewish Joke Book, by Larry Wilde