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Originally Posted by baddog
Not really. I remember one time in high school I was working at McDonald's and we were having a rush and I was sent out into the lobbies to get orders started. I asked this kid what he wanted and it was one of my little brothers. I had not even recognized him.
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My problem growing up was that I was an only child. Which I liked just fine most of the year. Except those few days when we'd go visit one of my father's two Irish brothers. I mention their nationality since it may help explain why one of them had 12 children and the other had 13.
So on those rare days it was easy for 12 or 13 children to remember one new name for their visiting cousin. But I had to match names with a dozen or more faces I hadn't seen in a year or so. And those years where we'd go visit both of his brothers during one trip were the worst.
I couldn't tell you all 25 of their names even today.
Sure, my father was Irish too. But evidently the Italian girl he married wasn't interested in fielding her own sports team. Plus they waited until they were in their late 30s before having their one child.
And yeah, his brothers and their wives thought it was the strangest thing.
ONE child?
