Jack: (singing in the car)
Do you like my sword sword
Sword my diamond sword sword
You cannot afford ford
Ford my diamond sword sword
Even if you could I have a patent
You cannot make a sword exactly like mine!!
me: Where did —
Jack: (interrupts me) Oh MAN look at all those satellite dishes!!!!!!!!!’
me: Sigh…
I hope your Mother’s Day makes a bit more sense!