Life is Not a Lemonade Stand

There once was a boy who had a lemonade stand. He woke up early in the morning and made the lemonade fresh from lemons all by himself, constantly testing the mixture until it was perfect. He made sure to add the sugar slowly because once it's in, it doesn't come out. He strained the lemonade of its seeds and kept the ice on the side, so it wouldn't melt and dilute the amazing lemonade. He set up a stand outside his house. He advertised. He waited all day, but there were no customers.
So he sat... and sat.
And slowly he realized he was the only one drinking his lemonade. By the end of the day it was all gone, with no customers to show for it.
The boy's next door neighbor, B, who had been observing the situation came outside and looked at the boy.
"Life is not a lemonade stand," B said and walked off.
A, who lived down the street, saw the exchange while she was walking her naughty Golden Retriever, Liver. With a tool belt holding her pants up, A and Liver sauntered by the stand as the boy was packing up.
"Life is not a lemonade stand. By the way, have you seen my new phone?"
She didn't wait for an answer, she continued to eat the ice cream sandwich that was melting in her hand, trying not to let it drip on her dog's leash. Liver, wild and untamed, loosed herself from her owner's distracted hand and crashed into the lemonade stand, knocking the fragile structure down.
"Woof," barked Liver.
As the boy looked into Liver's eyes, he knew what the dog meant.
"Life is not a lemonade stand."