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            The lost six-year-old boy ran down the supermarket aisles frantically calling, “Martha, Martha!”

            His mother finally approached him chiding:  “You should call me “Mother’, not ‘Martha.’  I’m ‘Mother’ to you, you know.”

            “I know,” he replied, “but this store is full of mothers.”

Wish I’d Said That, Cleon Lyles, page 102