Ice, Ice Baby

LM has finally gotten tall enough to reach the automatic dispenser on our refrigerator.

As evidenced by the rush of water that (according to her cries of distress) not only got her hair and face soaking wet, but threatened to drown her in the process.

It probably doesn't help that I can't stop laughing at her.

I'm not even going to bother with the lock feature for two reasons:

1. I'm hoping she will remember getting hit in the face with freezing cold water and think twice about doing it again

2. She'll forget, and do it again, because I still can't stop laughing at her.