What’s not in the video is that by the time I got to the bottom, it tasted like curdled milk. Seriously. Which makes me think that Lord Voldemort is behind this craze. The baristas will tell you that the top is sprinkled with unicorn dust, whatever that is (fart dust? unicorn sneezes?)
But in order to get unicorn dust, you must capture a unicorn. And to capture a unicorn, you’ll inevitably draw blood. (The credit for this idea goes to my wife, by the way.) So according to Harry Potter lore, something pure and defenseless has been slain to make your unicorn frappuccino.
Which also means that you will have a half-life, or a cursed life, from the moment that blood touches your lips.
What’s not in the video below is this horrible realization. What IS in the video is the beginning of my cursed life. And shockingly, my daughter knew enough not to drink any even when I offered it to her. She’s too innocent, too pure. She chose wisely.

#Savetheunicorns #Agents of Voldemort