Friday, January 28, 2011

The Magneto of puke

"So, I scramble to tie up loose ends at work and jump in the truck. About halfway to the daycare, I get another phone call from Claire's teachers. She puked again. I'm not exactly sure why they're calling me with this special update since I'm in my truck and still fifteen minutes away. Maybe they think I'm the Magneto of puke, that my special genetic mutation allows me to manipulate the stomach contents of mammals from as far away as ten miles. I don't remind them that I'm not Puke Magneto, but instead politely reply that I am on my way."
(Dec. 12, 2007, Furious Cognition)

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