Matt and I walked out of the house the other day into a blast of 105 degree heat.
"Ah, the cones of summer," he states, rather matter-of-fact.
"The what's of summer," I ask. "Did you say cones?"
A few steps ahead of me to the car, he replies over his shoulder. "Pros of summer: no school, less work."
"Cones: it's hot."
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