The Magnet and the Fridge
School in the living room? Who says no? I mean c’mon. Nothing like multitasking at its finest - pupil in front of me, laundry mound beside me!
And one by one, my multitasking is overcome by tiny bodies. Adam used to call me the Fridge in college - come to think of it, that’s a pretty brutal nickname - but as he put it, “you’re like the fridge and I’m like the magnet!” He didn’t know just HOW right he was. I still am the fridge. And I have about 878 magnets constantly clinging to me. Ok, I have 5, but that’s basically 878.
One by one. I wasn’t lying.
Two scary magnets on their scary fridge.
All done with school and patiently waiting for...
Our Big Magnet to come back!!!
And look at that - Big Magnet attracts little magnets too!
He’s home!
And I’m clearly delusional.
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