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Also high on the scale of wrongness is being asked to identify the strange buzzing object in one's bed (don't ask, I have no idea *why* it was buzzing) by one's infant daughter. While I am an advocate of answering questions truthfully, there is no child-friendly way to say, "That's Mummy's vibrator, darling."

I am going to spend the weekend with my head in a paper bag. Really.