Tate’s got a thing for cold stuff. He hurries as fast as his crawl can take him to stand next to the opened freezer. He loves to drink cold water. And he loooooves ice. Loves it. He would suck on a piece all day if it lasted that long or if he could figure out how to keep the slippery stuff in his grasp.
Occasionally I let him play with a piece of ice and the routine that follows always makes me laugh. Click through to see a short video:
Is it terrible that I not only find this hilarious, but that it’s a regular occurrence at our house? What? The floor is clean(ish).