Mulla Nasrudin’s wife complained bitterly to the Mulla. “I am absolutely ashamed of the way we live. Mother pays our rent. My aunt buys our clothes. My sister sends us money for food. I don’t like to complain, but I am ashamed that we cannot do better than that.”
“You should be ashamed,” said Nasrudin. “You have got two uncles who don’t send us a dime.”