Houston...

...We have a problem. Home-girl can reach the water on the fridge.

She was playing with the broom in the kitchen and the next thing I know, the water is on. Brian and I looked at each other, panicked, and then laughed. It reminded me of the day I could FINALLY open the fridge by myself. I must have been really young but I can vividly remember the olive green fridge with the snack door and the moment I opened it for the first time. I don't have many other memories of being a kid, but the independence of food whenever I wanted was apparently important enough to make an impact. Maybe I should be concerned.