The refrigerator at the Lovelady house does not have an automatic ice maker. We have six ice cube trays that must be continually cracked and filled if we want ice.
As the girls have gotten older and tall enough to reach the freezer and the sink faucet, they have learned to crack and fill ice cube trays.
Much to his disappointment, Will is not tall enough to crack the ice cubes. He also has trouble cracking them and getting the ice into the ice cube holder.
One afternoon Will came and asked me if he could crack ‘icebergs.’ It took me a moment but I realized he meant the ice cube trays. I promised that we would do it later that day.
Way too often the day quickly passed and I forgot all about Will and the icebergs. And he never said a word, until the next morning.
In the morning I was awakened by Will telling me that I forgot to help him and he took care of the icebergs by himself.
In my morning stupor, I said “Thank you” and rolled over in bed. Later that morning as Mr. L and I went to the kitchen for coffee and to get ready for the day, we found the stool pulled up next the fridge, ice cube in the ice cube holder and half-filled trays of water. Will had done it himself.
I called him into the kitchen gave a big hug and thanked him. In turn, he gave me his sweet smile.
Since that day he has done it a few times always under my supervision but never by himself. I wonder why this is so. If he thinks that he only has to do it once ad we will always have ice cubes or if he is just in the right place at the right time when I am getting ready to do it and he shows up to help.
No matter what he is thinking, I’ll be glad when they are all tall enough to crack and fill them without spilling water and dropping whole cubes all over the floor.
I figure by then I’ll have a new refrigerator with a built-in ice cube maker. If not I’ll have four of them.
As the girls have gotten older and tall enough to reach the freezer and the sink faucet, they have learned to crack and fill ice cube trays.
Much to his disappointment, Will is not tall enough to crack the ice cubes. He also has trouble cracking them and getting the ice into the ice cube holder.
One afternoon Will came and asked me if he could crack ‘icebergs.’ It took me a moment but I realized he meant the ice cube trays. I promised that we would do it later that day.
Way too often the day quickly passed and I forgot all about Will and the icebergs. And he never said a word, until the next morning.
In the morning I was awakened by Will telling me that I forgot to help him and he took care of the icebergs by himself.
In my morning stupor, I said “Thank you” and rolled over in bed. Later that morning as Mr. L and I went to the kitchen for coffee and to get ready for the day, we found the stool pulled up next the fridge, ice cube in the ice cube holder and half-filled trays of water. Will had done it himself.
I called him into the kitchen gave a big hug and thanked him. In turn, he gave me his sweet smile.
Since that day he has done it a few times always under my supervision but never by himself. I wonder why this is so. If he thinks that he only has to do it once ad we will always have ice cubes or if he is just in the right place at the right time when I am getting ready to do it and he shows up to help.
No matter what he is thinking, I’ll be glad when they are all tall enough to crack and fill them without spilling water and dropping whole cubes all over the floor.
I figure by then I’ll have a new refrigerator with a built-in ice cube maker. If not I’ll have four of them.
 Will cracking icebergs. |  Lizzie helping out. |
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