Once upon a time . . . in the summer of 1998 . . . a family sold their first house and moved not too far up the road to a new, bigger-and-nicer house.
The move was particularly brutal. It was a very hot summer -- and the old house didn't have air conditioning. The family, along with a few stalwart friends, moved to their new house slowly . . . carload by carload; trailer-ful by trailer-ful.
Patience was thin.
It was hot. And tedious. And although the children were old enough to help in five minute bursts, they were still young enough to be very much underfoot. And bored. And loud about being bored.
(In other words, fun for the whole family!)
Anyway . . . one afternoon, when all the stuff had been moved out of the old house, and the father had gone back to his job, the tired mother dragged the children back to the old house to do some cleaning and to make sure the family hadn't left anything behind.
The mother had one task in particular: Clean out the refrigerator. Not the food -- because it had already been transported down the road to the new refrigerator. She just needed to give the now-empty interior a good wipe-down.
When they arrived at the old house, the children were distraught. Because it no longer looked like their old house. It was . . .
The children were Not Happy. They did not want to play with the toys they had brought with them. They did not want to read their books, either. They did not want to play in their old backyard. They just wanted to wear the mother down and get on her very last nerve. The mother? Oh, she was focused. She just wanted to accomplish her tasks and Get. Out.
It's creepy in here, said the children.
We don't like it anymore, said the children.
There's nothing to doooooooo, whined the children.
We're hot, complained the children.
(The adorable children, posing in front of their "growth chart" on the wall in the back stairway on the very day of the fridge clean-up.)
The mother tried her best to ignore her whining children, and - despite her extreme exhaustion and general ill-temper - dove into her task. After scrubbing the interior of the refrigerator to a Like-New-Shine, she moved on to the freezer compartment on top of the refrigerator.
The entire freezer FULL of ice cubes dumped out onto the floor, covering the mother's feet and causing her to jump back in amazement!!!
It was just like hitting the JACKPOT!
Apparently, when the father had emptied the freezer of its contents the day before, he forgot to place the ice cube "bucket" under the automatic ice cube maker arm. And the ice maker just kept making . . . and making . . . and making those cubes.
Until the entire freezer compartment was filled with ice cubes.
And the kids? Well. Now they had something to do!