Friday was my turn to get a haircut. I had taken Ma to the same hairdresser the week before.
"So how did you mother like her haircut?"
"Oh, she was thrilled. She loved the way you pampered and princessed her."
"Your mother is so cute!" beamed the hairdresser.
"D'you want her? She comes as a bogo."
"Bogo. Buy one. Get one. She comes with Dad. They're a matched set of bookends, and I'd hate to break up the set."
The hairdresser giggled. I'm sure she thought I was kidding.