I can just picture it now:
Mother: Sonny, what did you do with that old shoe box?
Son: What old shoe box?
Mother: The one with the old baseball cards in in.
Sonny: Oh, that? I threw that out?
Mother: You what?? How could you do that? That was my stuff!
Sonny: Now, Mom, don’t make such a big deal out of it. You know you never even looked in there. It was just sitting around gathering dust and cluttering up the sideboard.
Mother: But my 1869 Cincinnati Reds card was in there. It was worth money. You always think my stuff is junk! I hate you!
Son: Now you stop that foolishness and go outside and play.
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