Entropy, you bastard

First thing we did at the Fairview Elementary school Festival was to get the girls snow cones. Lucy took three bites then ran off to play.

An hour later, after the cake walk, carnival games, and time playing on the playground, she turns to me and asks: “Where’s my snow cone?”

I told her that it melted. So now she is in the midst of a full on emotional breakdown.

Yep. Physics, you are a cruel master.

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