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Yes, they are real eggs

I found myself at dinner recently assuring someone for what felt the millionth time that the eggs cooked at McDonald’s are in fact real eggs.  “They actually crack eggs?” she asked.  “Yes,” I said. “They crack the damn eggs.”  “Really? They crack real eggs every morning?” “Yes.” The question arose because I had been explaining…

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Elsa just wants to blow me.

It was bedtime. Clara and I were fighting over her new Elsa doll. I argued that Elsa wanted to be my friend and hang out with me tonight. Clara said that Elsa hated me, which wasn’t nice. She grabbed Elsa from my hands, held her up in front of me, and then leaned in and…

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