Veni, vidi, vacuum

The vacuum and I have a very special relationship.

I love when Mama does her chores like I tell her to. Like yesterday morning, I was kind of tired of stepping on crushed up pieces of cheerios and goldfish crackers from yesterday's snacks. So I took her hand, led her to the gate and said "vacuum". Surprisingly enough, she listened to me and got the vacuum out! I love helping Mama vacuum.  I admit, that thing used to scare me worse than frog boots, but now, man, I think vacuuming is the coolest. And I'm really good at helping Mama figure out all the complicated vacuum parts.

I know this piece goes in here somehow... 

I think my favorite part of the vacuum is the way it lights up and makes that awesome vroom sound. And the fact that a bunch of the attachments also make good trumpets. Though Mama doesn't seem to think that putting my mouth all over the vacuum attachments is a good thing. Can't figure out why.

Hey, Mama, I think you missed a spot under the table, That's okay, I'll get it. 

Anyway, I have to say, I don't think Mama would get near as much done with her chores if it wasn't for my help. She always says I'm such a good helper, even if sometimes it's in that tone she uses with Dada when she says he's being "so nice" or when she says she's "fine, dear". But I know she means it. I am a very helpful boy after all.