Hungry at the end of the day, a 15-year-old boy found his mother in bed and was suddenly seized with concern.
"Mom, are you sick or something?"
"Well, as a matter of fact," his mother replied weakly, "I'm not feeling too well."
"I'm sorry Mom," the boy responded with furrowed brow. After a brief pause, he then added: "Don't you worry a bit about dinner. I'm getting pretty big now, and I'll be happy to carry you down to the stove!"
