Today, as I'm sitting down to look at a recipe for dinner, my daughter comes in carrying a *mostly* empty pouch of berry applesauce.
"Dad, I'm sorry, I did this," she says and waves the pouch around in a large arc, "and made a mess."
As the pouch is waved in an arc, physics takes over and drops of red, staining sauce spray all over the white carpet I just spent hours cleaning a couple of days before.
5 hours, 42 minutes, 37 seconds to go....
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