Ice ice baby.
In my childhood summers, I had a thing for ice cubes. I put them in everything, like in my cereal to keep the milk cold. What I hated more than anything else was when there were no ice cubes left, and I had to make some more.I never had the patience to let them set completely. Have you ever seen ice cubes when they're not quite ready? From the outside they seem pretty sound. But if you tilt the tray and look carefully, you can see the liquid still floating around inside.
Hasty me would take these out anyway and try to put them in my drinks. But when I picked them up, my toddler fingers would get the better of me and the fragile exterior would break, leaving me with not much except a puddle of water to clean up.
And that's a rather fitting analogy I think.
posted by me. @ 1:08 AM
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