Everything eats

A couple of days ago The Mermaids were grinding ice again. It isn’t the point of this story to go into detail on that little quandry but suffice it to say that whenever Le Grande Mermaid runs the fridge-ice-grinding-thing The Wee Mermaid nearly keels over in laughter. It must be an inside joke.

At any rate, these shenanigans were in full swing and The Mermaids were having a ball. The Queen Mother suggested to Le Grande Mermaid that she water the plants with all of that ground up ice rather than pouring it directly into the sink. That sounded fun, and so she agreed and a cup full of ice was deposited in the nearest plant post haste.

Well, The Wee Mermaids mood immediately turned to concern!

Uh oh! Iyth Outie!
No, it’s okay sweetie. Leave the ice innie. The plants eat it.

So, this new oddity was cause for cogitation and The Wee Mermaid stared at the ice, slowly melting in the potted plant. Suddenly, her course of action decided, she turned on her heel and wordlessly retrieved her noontime snack from the table, returned to the scene of the melt, and deposited a cup of dried cranberries in the pot with the ice declaring,

Eath! Eath!