... and your mom, while not exactly rejecting you outright, has not yet displayed the affection you feel you deserve. Or any affection, for that matter. Unless you count the gift of a lighted stick of dynamite. If you CAN still count, having susequently lost all your fingers.|
I'll have you know I lit the dynamite myself, the "gift" wasn't given with ill intent, although I suppose when she said if I didn't light it I was a stupid freak-monkey, that could be considered un-loving, but none-the-less, her shoes are better fitting than your mums, no doubt about it.