If you invited round to your house for a cosy evening together, Would you be mad if I bought my mum?

My dear old mum who went through all that pain and suffering to bring me into the world, Who worked her dear old fingers to the bone to put bread and jam on the table, Who cut up her best dress to make me a shirt, Who stood outside in the rain holding her hand out so that I could have shoes and who sold her beautiful hair so that I could go to Uni. Would you make her wait outside while you wined, dined and seduced me?