My mom was third of thirteen siblings. All 13 used to call each other multiple times a day. So all through growing up, our home was filled with a lot of chitter chatter of telephonic calls. Conversations ranged from "Did you eat? What is for lunch?" to "Did you hear? Xyz did such-and-such thing. How can he/she?". And by the end of the day, if they quarreled they would all patch up too. Eventhough my mom passed away, her siblings are very much glued as one and are united against any other relative. I must admit that thats one point where I am super envious of them.