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.”
– from the Humor Haus newsletter
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