I have five siblings, three sisters and two brothers. One
night I was chatting with my mom about how she had changed
as a mother from the first child to the last. She told me
she had mellowed a lot over the years:
"When your oldest sister coughed or sneezed, I called the
ambulance. When your youngest brother swallowed a dime, I
just told him it was coming out of his allowance."
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