gonesequitalks

the child I babysit is deathly allergic to nuts. every time I go over there, I bring a bag full of peanuts and put it in front of her. “see” I say as she strokes the outside of the sealed bag, “it’s a metaphor. you put the killing thing right between your teeth, but you don’t give it the power to do its killing.” the parents come home. i am fired immediately.