Jean, I really do think you are going to be around for a while longer than we expected, so I don't want you back in here for three months. Call me if you need me sooner, but I don't want you in the waiting room catching an illness. I'll see you in three months. And, Jean....behave yourself.
Dear, wonderful, beloved Mom:
But last time you told me I didn't have to behave myself anymore.
Well, you're living long enough that I have to rescind that.
And laughter was heard all the way down the hall.