Out of the Mouths of Babes...

Often when I am in the kitchen preparing meals I have one or two, or sometimes three little boys under foot wanting to help and see what's going on. Such was the case yesterday as I prepared supper. I was scurrying around the kitchen trying to get supper on the table and Judson was in the kitchen wanting to get in on the action. I grabbed the ice bucket out of the freezer, and a piece of ice fell on the floor. Judson immediately noticed the ice, but I continued doing whatever I was doing, and asked him to please get the ice and put in in the sink. As I went to set the table, I noticed him playing with the ice and rubbing it around until there was nothing left but a puddle on the kitchen floor. Judson came into the dining room and proudly stated, "I killed it!" It took me a minute to figure it out. "You killed what?", I asked. He answered, "I killed the ice."