I fought myself over calling it “Ice, Ice, Baby”, luckily I came out the winner.
Soapfi has many loves, the current object of affection is the ice cube. Daddy’s ice tea is no longer safe, Soapfi will stick her arm in up to her elbow if it means she can get an ice cube. She will hold a cube in her hand and sing song “cold, cold, cold” as it melts down her arm. She is a double-fisted ice cube slurper extraordinaire: