The other day my son was raving about Donna Reed's beauty, especially that still of her smoking from From Here to Eternity:
A little while later it hit me that I used to think that my wife looked a little like Reed, at least in profile. I pondered what this all meant.
I then Skyped my son back, to inform him of the resemblance, figuring it would get a rise.
He didn't miss a beat: "So you're telling me I have the first half of the Oedipus Complex? Here all along I'd thought that I only had the second half."
A few minutes later he finished the conversation by saying, "Excuse me, I have to go listen to The End, by the Doors."