There are times you bond without expecting to.
One of the “features” of the new house is a refrigerator that’s as old as the hills. It matches the dishwasher that’s as old as the hills, and they keep one another company with a cacophany of roars, groans, squeaks, and unidentifiable creakings.
Kiddo#1 noticed immediately that the fridge lacked an icemaker. In the past, whenever I knew we’d need ice, I flipped the switch inside the freezer, and as far as he knew, ice made itself.
I, on the other hand, knew firsthand that ice is formed either by falling from the sky or by putting it into the freezer in liquid form. The previous owners had left the ice trays with the fridge (I guess they were getting a nice new fridge for their nice new place) and we’ve been using those.
Kiddo#1 looked in awe at the ice trays and said, “Is that how you make ice?”
When I indicated that was the case, he said, “I’ll do it.”
Problem: how do you remove the ice cubes from the tray? You can’t pick them out. You can’t push them out. He frowned and finally asked for help, so I showed him how to twist the tray to pop everything out.
After he put them into the ice container, he said, “And then you put water in it?”
I showed him how you put the water in the ice trays and about how far up you want it to go, otherwise you can’t get them out afterward.
He was pleased by this new area of learning, and since then, he’s wanted to take charge of the ice trays.
Well, except for the time Kiddo#2 left the ice cube container on the table for three hours. It’s a learning curve for all of them.