Evidently NOT a Mother of Prevention

We made snow cones this morning. The REAL kind ... with precipitation gathered from the most prestine spot in the center of the front lawn.

And then we added drink mix.




HER: "I don't want the lemonade-flavored kind ... "

ME: "Aw ... come on! You can eat the snow, it's only Yellow No. 5!"

*****

And she said, with a tear in her eye
Watch out where the huskies go, and don't you eat that yellow snow
Watch out where the huskies go, and don't you eat that yellow snow