A few nights ago, my son pulled up his chair to the doorway of the dining room. He plopped down with a cup of Cheez-its and waited excitedly for the show to begin.
And what was the evening's entertainment? Me. Playing opposite the {vacuum cleaner}. Oh yes, the child who would run away screaming from the vacuum cleaner--easily through 2 years of age--now takes a front row seat, snacks in hand, to watch the magic happen.
Perhaps if I vacuumed more often, it would be neither a fright nor a novelty...
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