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Fifteen-year-old Shmueli Applebaum came home from Yeshiva and found his mother in bed. He asked if she was sick or something. He was truly concerned. Mom replied that, as a matter of fact, she didn't feel too well.
Shmueli replied, "Well, don't worry a bit about dinner, Mom. I'll be happy to carry you down to the stove."