4 Happy Family The personal blog of Kevin R. Hoffmann

Icicle Soup

The West-facing side of our house contains the bathtub that we bathe the girls in most nights. Right now it looks like the upper mandible of some giant snow beast as it is covered in stalagtites (tites because they hold on tight) icicles reaching down about 36 inches.

So, I had the bright idea of opening the window and reaching out and grabbing one so that Maya could play Titantic in the tub (after Evie was out of course). I gave up trying to explain the tragedy of the sunken oceanliner and when she showed general disinterest I resorted to trying to get her to hold it in her armpit. She is too smart and told me that I needed to break it up and put it in her little pot so she could make soup. (As a side note, the kid's tub looks like a flea market exploded in it. There are foam letters, cooking utensils, plastic dolls and various plastic appendages that sometimes outweigh the water. Parts is parts I suppose)

It has gotten to the point now where every night I am the snow farmer and I need to go to the icicle garden to pick what she needs to make her soup. The problem is I have misused the land and have plucked them all in previous nights so I am not going through the window in our bathroom and picking more for her. Did I mention I was a sucker?

I have to say though, she makes a damn good soup.