The winter has come and the snow is falling. I am on my way to work and get off the subway in Old Town. I walk behind a little boy, maybe 3 years old, who is dressed in a thick overall, boots and mittens and the whole lot. He holds on tight to his father´s hand and talks talks talks...
Boy: Daddy, it is snowing and the snow comes down the chimney
Father (looking like he has not had coffee): Uhuh
B: What if you are cooking and the snow comes down the chimney, then the snow will come into the food
F: Mmmhhmmm
B: But what to do if the snow comes down the chimney and you are cooking
F (looks desperate, thinking hard on what solution to present to this snow-in-the-food problem): Ahem???
B: Snow in the fooooood. What to do? What to do? When it comes down the chimney.
An so on.
"Then we shall cook something very, very hot and the snow will cool it to just right."
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