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Most mothers of under-fives in the UK have one (or anyway, most in urban areas).
One of my earliest memories is of dropping an egg onto the floor, then claiming that I thought you boiled them to make them soft (--well, it works for potatoes).
I must have been under five, because it was our apartment in Glasgow and we moved to Wales shortly afterwards. I'm still not sure whether this was a faulty empirical generalisation, or whether I was lying to try and avoid the consequences of breaking something (my parents were prone to unpredictable rages).
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