I've given Mum many reasons to disown me over the years, and keep piling them on with increasing frequency. No matter what, though, she's still got that umbilical held firmly to her chest (and wrapped tightly around my neck).
Of course, if I gave her a computer or any similar device (like an ebook reader), I believe she would be willing to use the cord as a necklace and my head as a locket, and store inside my brainpan all the pictures she has from when I was "a good boy".
You're bad, Nate.
Cheers,
Marc