Duuude, the first hit is free. Honestly, if you look at this picture you can totally believe that she fingered that ice cube straight out of my vodka-tonic.
She loves the stuff and has no hesitation eating it off the floor. It's been proven as a law of nature that any time you retrieve ice from the freezer a cube or two will escape and make a run for the next county. It happens EVERY TIME. And now when that distinctive thwick of ice hitting the kitchen floor sounds out through the house, Emmie comes crawling in like a mad demon-baby to grab it. It's worse than the dogs rousing to the sound of a can opener.
Oh shut up. You know you let your kid eat stuff off the floor too. Uh, you DO let your kid eat stuff off the floor, right?