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My friend's daughter, when she was 3, became obsessed with the knowledge that she had one day been an egg. Whenever anyone was talking about something her mother had done prior to her birth she would jump into the conversation and say, "I was there too, you know. I was an egg." Which can either liven up or shut down a dinner-party conversation, depending on the crowd (ie, awesome or not-awesome). Eventually she concocted a whole story that she SWORE was true, in which she kicked her older brother - still also in egg form - because he got in her personal space. I guess, in fairness, that ovaries do seem like pretty tight accommodations.

She says she does not remember fighting with or kicking her OLDEST brother as an egg, though. "I can't remember that far back. He was born a long time ago." Ah.

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