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The Law Of Entropy

There is a law in physics that is called the Law of Entropy. Basically put, it states that the universe tends to go from order to disorder. Anyone want to see proof of this law can come to my house.

(A disclaimer: Before reading the following. I may not be the best housekeeper in the world, but I do try to keep it clean, neat and sanitary . . . this little guy just flies under the radar!!).


I have a very special entropy maker: my 2 yr old. He thinks our kitchen floor is his second plate, that he can leave food on when done eating a meal, and come back to it later and eat off of it if he wants a snack. Because he has the charming habit of leaving food everywhere, I try to limit him to the kitchen while eating, but sometimes he sneaks it out without me knowing. Usually the food that escapes is the perishable kind.

A few weeks ago we were cleaning the play room. This room gets cleaned several times a week, but I rarely inspect the toys to make sure food is not stuck in them. Well, while cleaning, Joshua picked up something fuzzy and black. "What it this?" he asked. I looked at it. It was a half eaten, moldy peach that my wonderful little entropy maker stuffed into a toy basketball hoop.

Today, K was eating a banana. He took it into the living room and started peeling the off skin. He kept on trying to give the peel to J. When I came in to get the peels, I noticed that one of them was missing. I asked J what happened to it and he said that K threw it behind the couch!! I went to retrieve it and found an old apple core as well. I looked at Joshua and he smiled and said "K throws his food back there when he is done!!!"

I guess K is just trying to make it harder for me to keep order in this universe of disorder!!

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  1. k and food...no, not that guy...a man and his food...don't get in the way!!! We missed you tonight at the Halloween Party...Hope you are having fun. +JMJ+

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