Sarah: My hamstrings hurt, and I get no sympathy, because it’s self-inflicted.
R: Poor, poor Sarah.
S: But tomorrow I’ll be much stronger than you.
R: I had a baby.
S: I had two babies.
Mum: I had four babies.
R & S, in unison: You win.
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