Ice Cave!

Not everyone has an ice cave at home.

I do.

And no. I'm not an eskimo!

Though Dad calls me that... Just cause I'm short and stubby with a small, round belly! Hmph!

Anyway, coming back to the ice cave. The heat of a bright sunny day melts away whenever I'm near it. The real reason I love it though is coz it takes care of all the things i love to eat.

Chocolate (or chocopuchie, as i pronounce it), Milk, Fruits, Cheese, Water, Coke (of course, i don't get to drink it as often as i would have liked to) and last but not the least, I Skeem (ditto, my pronounce).

There's magic in the way the light comes on automatically, just like Dad's car does at night.

Which is why I love to open and close it all the time...

And it seems to have an awesome magnetism about it. My colored alphabets are totally attracted to it, like moths to a flame.

It may not look as attractive from the outside, but what's inside is what matters!

Just like Mom, tough on the outside, a softie inside; ready to melt away at my slightest bruise, fall, cut or crawl.

That's what all Moms are like.

I know mine is!