Purchasing a present is much easier than finding a card that reads, “Sorry I insisted on learning to play the upright bass, even though we already owned a violin. And sorry you had to carry it around to all my concerts because I was too small to lift it.” From @newyorkerhumor, find more Mother’s Day gifts that say, “Sorry for everything I did to you as a teen”: www.newyorker.com/humor/shouts-murmurs/mot...