A short tale about Marceline and icicles.

Marceline and I were shoveling the driveway yesterday so that Sam could get out safely and her evening trip to the store. Despite it only being 24° f outside, we had a blast and stayed outside for quite a bit.

Even though it hasn’t been above freezing in weeks, because the front of our house gets so much sun we’ve had a lot of snow thawing and freezing on a roof lately, and the ice has been clogging our gutters leading to long icicles.

I knocked a few down for marceline. She carried them around the whole time we were outside. Only letting go of them to bend down and pick up snowballs to throw back on the ground just like grampy had taught her two weeks ago.

She refused to leave them outside and brought them inside with her after we had finished shoveling.

I gave her a tupperware container to put them in and she grabbed a spoon and started stirring and said “I’m cooking I’m cooking,” before disappearing into the house with the container.

Several times last night I walked around the house looking for this container afraid I was going to wake up to find a giant wet spot on the ground from melted icicles. I accepted my fate around 10:30pm and went to bed.

To my surprise (and thankfully not horror) Marceline had set it upright on the couch and it stayed that way all night. When Marceline saw it this morning she gave it a few more stirs again claiming to be cooking before we dumped it down the drain.