Equal TradeWhile I was in Wisconsin Dells, I had a very disturbing dream. Patrizzia had promised some crazy white trash neighbor (a complete stranger in my childhood neighborhood) to trade our 3 month old son for either $20.00 or 2 used bras. Patrizzia was gone when the woman came up to me to accept the trade. I was incredibly reluctant, but I had no choice for some reason. The deal was made, and I had to hand my son over to her in exchange for 2 old used semi-warm bras. I told her his name, and she said "No, I'll give him a new name now." And, she walked away into her house as I stood outside with M at my side and 2 bras in my hand. I felt absolutely horrible and helpless. What a terrible person she is. So, I let her hear it all day.
So, I had to draw this little diagram showing the equal trade value of a baby and 2 bras. Terrible. Just terrible.
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