dangerous compassions

I call you / from the comet's cradle

Thursday, July 28, 2016

a memory of ice

R (in the freezer): Can I have this?
me: What?
R: Not the ice cream.  The ice.
me: We don't have any ice.
Ming: We don't have any ice.
R: It's right here.
me: What do you want it for?
R: I want to put it in my drink.
me: Okay, you can have it.
R: There's something wrong with your ice.  (Ice has black particles in it.)
me: Oh, well don't put it back.  Put it by the sink.

For some reason this memory makes me laugh.


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