What Satchel Learned at the Germophobe's House

As is becoming our custom, we spent the better part of Saturday at Castilo Urf! When we attempted to leave at 11:00pm, Satchel informed us that we couldn't. Not yet. "We have to wait for the ice things to freeze!" he said.

"Ice things?" I looked at Kristy.

"While you and RJA went to pick up the sushi, Satchel was initiated into the freezing of toys ritual started by C," she said.

Satchel led me over to the freezer where I discovered a Spider-man Hot Wheel submerged in a Gladware full of ice. "Is it frozen?" he asked.

"Looks like it," I said as I handed it over.

He ran to the diningroom table where the adults where sitting and looked at it in fascination. Then he started to lick the ice. I looked over at RJA, a.k.a. the Germophobe, and said, "You let your kids do this?"

That's when he added insult to injury by informing me that most of the frozen toys start out in the bathtub with the Trio before going in the Kenmore. As I looked at Satchel slurping the Spider-man car, I felt my stomach turn a little. "Well at least they are slurping up their own germs," I said suddenly regretting my decision not to vaccinate my children.

Warren sensing my unease said, "Just think about all of the germs they picked up at the Taco Bell playland today."

Gulp.

"I've written about the ice before, RJA said.

"You did?" I asked incredulously, feeling like a bad blog reader.

"Don't you remember the line 'And more than once I've come across him sucking on the block of ice, freed from its mold, which seems gross to me but I guess it's the only way to get to the chewy action figure center,'" Kristy asked in her doesn't everyone remember exact details like I do voice. (Which is really amazing coming from a woman who has squeezed four children of her body.)

"The ice kills everything," S.A.M. said in her I may be telling you the truth, but I may be being sarcastic voice.

"Does it? Really?" I asked a little too eagerly as she gave me her half-smile/half-laugh look.

I decided to stop thinking about the germ aspect, much as I try to stop constantly thinking about Global Warming, and focused on the fun that Satchel was having while freeing the car from the ice.

"Look, an icicle!" Satchel exclaimed.

"Ooh, It's melting!" he said as he ran his finger across the ice.

Crunch, crunch, crunch.

Finally, after promises to freeze our own toys at home and watch Ice Age: The Meltdown, we were able to leave.