My daughter bawled the entire way, digging her heels into the sort of good ol’ fashioned public tantrum that really gives a parent their sea legs on a series of public trains. My wife was at a hen do, so I was taking the trip with both kids solo, to my brother’s house in Surrey, to hang with five of my siblings and their assorted children.
My kids have 16 cousins and watching them interact is as close as I’ll get to replicating the pleasant volubility of my own upbringing, since I don’t intend on having nine more children of my own. One of the quirks of my family tree is that it’s weirdly bottom-heavy, and I have more siblings than I do cousins.
