“Did you get dirt or something sharp in your eyes? Maybe some cleaning agents?”
Wow, that sounded cool! I drifted off wondering about what a ‘cleaning agent’ was, because it sounded pretty neat, like one of the X-Men or something. Maybe if I got a cleaning agent in my eye, I would turn super human, with the ability to whip around the house, helping my mom clean up with my cleaning super powers. But I knew that the second I thought it, that it sounded pretty gay, and I chastised myself for having such a lame sounding super power. Trust me to have something that would only be able to do good around the house. That wasn’t a super power, that was my mom. I didn’t want to be my mom.