I can still remember the grimace on my mom's face as she tried to "open" the ice cube tray. Then she'd call my dad into the kitchen to do it.
If he refilled it, he'd fill it over the dividers, for bigger cubes. If mom refilled it, she'd keep the water level below that level, so that she could open it.
If he refilled it, he'd fill it over the dividers, for bigger cubes. If mom refilled it, she'd keep the water level below that level, so that she could open it.