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When I was a child, my mother used to tell me that she couldn't take me swimming, or shopping, or to a party, or for dance lessons, or to take the entrance exam for the grammar school, or to the dentist, or to the concerts, or to Parents' Evening, or on holiday, or to the bank, or for driving lessons, or for a drink, or to my best friend's wedding, or to Grandma's funeral, because she was too busy looking after my other brothers and sisters.
I only found this weird when I told my wife about it and she pointed out that I'm an only child.
This is not a true story - it was inspired by Michael Grose about treating your only child as if he was one of six.
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