There are few things I can get this excited about so when I see Sammich lose her mind over a simple piece of ice it makes me a little jealous.
The way the anticipation builds every time she hears the ice bucket.
Snatching a piece of ice and running with it only as far as she can stand before the chill is too much for her jowls.
The slippery play, back-and-forth, as she and the ice skate across the hardwood floors.
The way she feels dared by the ice to grab it and hold on for as long as possible.
The way she throws her ears around in a happy neurotic fit.
The way she lights up at the thought of getting to play with this slippery lil’ thing.
Ice, ice for my baby.