Craig came home with this the other day.
It’s a new vacuum. An unsolicited new vacuum.
Back story:
Like cooking, I consider vacuuming to be something that show-offy people do. And also people who are not quite as deep and sentimental as I am.
The floors in my home read like a history of our family. In that corner you might find a pile of special Cheerios and under that rug you’ll find glitter from a family Christmas project. It’s lovely, really. And since I am incapable of ordering pictures or assembling family photo albums, Craig and I just sit on the couch in the evenings, gazing from pile of floor crap to pile of floor crap, reminiscing. We find this quite special and creative. But if you are the vacuuming type, I don’t want you to feel badly. I’m just suggesting that kids grow up fast, so you might want to consider setting aside some floor memories. That’s all.
Several years ago, I started suspecting that my friends had different beliefs about vacuuming and memory-keeping. It seemed they were opposed to using floors as scrapbooks, because their carpets always had those fancy lines in them. You know the lines to which I’m referring? Those fresh, show-offy, “I just vacuumed” lines? So I started getting a little uncomfortable about my un-liney carpets. Now, one might predict that this discomfort led me to re-evaluate my vacuuming boycott, but one might predict wrong. I find my vacuum to be very heavy and ugly and inconducive to relaxing. There is nothing that leads me into a cursing tirade faster than trying to lug my vacuum up two flights of stairs. And Jesus said: if your vacuum causes you to curse, gouge it out . . . or something like that. So actually becoming a real- life vacuumer wasn’t an option, since I love Jesus. (If you do vacuum, I’m not trying to suggest that you don’t love Jesus. I assume it’s possible to do both. I’m just saying it’s not likely. Not likely at all. )
In any case, it was becoming clear that I needed to start thinking creatively about this vacuuming issue.
One day I was watching Tish stroll her baby-doll around the family room in a little pink baby stroller. And when my gaze fell to the floor behind her I noticed that the stroller wheels were making perfect lines across the carpet. Perfect, fancy “I just vacuumed” looking lines. And I thought…CHA-CHING!
For the last three years, before company arrives, before Craig comes home from a trip, every time I feel like playing dutiful housewife, I call Tish and ask her if she’d like to take her baby for a walk. And Tish says, “A reg-a-lar walk or a careful walk, mommy?” And I say, “A careful walk, honey.” When she was two, I taught Tish that a careful walk is when you stroll your baby back and forth across the carpet in such a way that the stroller lines run perfectly parallel to each other. . . back and forth, back and forth, back and forth . . . you see where I’m going with this. And so for three wonderful years, mommy sat on the couch and cheered for Tish while she and her baby-doll vacuumed.
And Craig would always come home and say, “WOW! You vacuumed!” with the same proud tone he uses when I cut a tomato all by myself. And I would just smile and bat my eyelashes coyly but never answer directly because honesty is very important to me.
It was a miracle, really. Except that one night I saw Craig looking quizzically at my carpet lines . . . and I realized with terror that he was finally noticing that my fancy lines were completely surrounded by our usual piles of floor crap.
I had anticipated that this might be the fly in the ointment. So I real quick mumbled something like “Stupid vacuum’s broken. But nice lines, huh? Look! Shark Week is on!” I have been mumbling variations of those sentences for three years now. With great success.
So when Craig walked in the house recently with this surprise vacuum, I was suspicious that he was suspicious.And so I watched his face verrrry closely. And right after he said, “Look! This will make life so much easier! I hate for you go to all that trouble with that broken vacuum and never get the results you want . . .” I noticed a faint smirk and an itty bitty centimeter of an eyebrow-raise. It was almost imperceptible. But I saw it. And so my first thought was . . . He knows. He knows about the stroller vacuuming. The jig is up.
But I recovered quickly. And my second thought was: Oh. The poor guy really doesn’t know who he’s messing with here. He has grossly underestimated the depths to which I am prepared to sink to preserve my way of life. He just doesn’t know.
The other day, after Craig left for work, I told Tish that I had a surprise for her. I announced that since she was such a big girlnow, it had become time to pass down her itty bitty baby stroller to Amma, because I had bought her a brand new, big girl stroller. I explained that big girl strollers look very, very different than little girl strollers and even make big noises like cars! Because big girl strollers have engines.
Time for a careful walk, baby. Back and forth. Back and forth.
Your move, Hub Dog.
Love,
G
I remember once my father tried to convince me that I really would enjoy vacuuming the house with this new, easy-to-steer-fun-almost-self-moving vacuum. I replied, “Well if you’re so in love with this machine that still has to be pushed around from behind, then YOU do it!” I think I was banned from something for that…I don’t remember what, so it was totally worth it.
Oh my gosh. My cheeks hurt. Soooo, so funny. Good girl; careful now.
I seriously think I am in love with you. Not like, weird lesbian love, but truly IN LOVE with. You are amazing. Everytime I read one of your posts I either laugh hysterically, sob hysterically, or both!
“Your move, Hub Dog.” The whole post was great, but this was my favorite part! Hilarious, LOVE it!
Your blog is great. I have been following it for a while now but stopped after we lost our daughter. I am in a little bit of a better place now, and love reading what you write. Your family is truly gorgeous. If you have a moment can you swing by my blog. It’s obviously not as up beat as yours but I think it’s still and important read none the less.
Totally awesome!!! I vacuum when absolutely necessary (like when I start putting my slippers on because I don’t like walking around on the cheerios/stickers/dead leaves with my bare feet) or when company is coming. I used to actually enjoy vacuuming my black carpet, because it looks TERRIBLE when its dirty and vacuuming was so rewarding – the carpet became all black and brushed again – but the brush on my vacuum doesn’t work so it’s no longer fun to brush the carpet and my husband refuses to fix the vacuum because this is the second time the same unbreakable (according to the manufacturer) part has broken. When my husband bought my daughter a vacuum, I thought AWESOME – I hope it actually sucks… which it doesn’t… and a friend of mine pointed out that if a toy vacuum did in deed vacuum, her boys would find all sorts of uses for it… so I guess I’m stuck with my monthly vacuuming routine. (Did I say monthly? Um…
Have you ever considered or actually compiled your posts into a book. I am not a huge reader but I am in awe of your honesty and wisdom. And I would love to be able to sit back on vacation to reflect on your witty and inspiring posts. Thanks for sharing
Now — they must come up with a vacuum that sorts out Legos, tiny body parts, and unidentified important bits and pieces of our lives. When you open the dust thing to dump it dirt comes out; click again and perfectly sorted little toys come out (clean).
Repeat process…
Vacuuming is not the problem — preparing for vacuuming is what I don’t like; that, and that horrible noise it makes when you hit above mentioned bits & pieces.
Final photo: BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Thank you, that was awesome. My Friday = complete.
A friend just forwarded me your blog. I love it! Thank you for your honesty. I can relate to so much of what you write about! I’m a mom or three also, and a self employed artist. I have tried to relay my feelings about being a mom through my artwork in pictures rather than words. I’ll leave the writing to you as you do an amazing job!!! Keep sharing as it’s so so encouraging!
I’m a new monkee and I love your style… honesty and hope mixed together. This response is actually to an earlier post where you mentioned possibly being done having children, but not feeling good about it. There is a book called, “Life Giving Love” by Kimberly Hahn that I love. I’ve read it three times. It is completely counter-cultural in it’s way of approaching the topic of when to “be done’ having children. You wont regret reading it to help you in your discernment. I will pray for you.
One of your posts says, “Because Love is more important than self-preservation. That’s the Christmas story to me. We can all celebrate that kind of courage and Truth. We can all celebrate that in the end – Love Wins.” When we look at this in light of being open to a new little one, it can convict us.
Also, in reading your story… it seems that your first born brought you so much healing in so many areas, who knows what kind of healing a new little one could bring?
Hahaha!!!!!! This is hilarious!!! I like the way you think!
don’t like those contraptions any more . have all hardwood floors. also get to hear where everyone is !! love this blog.
Well, I noticed a SERIOUS lack of guys commenting on this blog. But, since my wife SPECIFICALLY called me to the computer to read this blog and watched over my shoulder as I laughed my way through your post, I thought I should comment and say…absolutely BRILLIANT article. Love reading the women’s perspective, and you’ve brought such a level of understanding into my wife’s inner thoughts. Thanks for sharing
Jeremy
What a great husband! Good job!
Oh.my.word.
SO funny.
I’ve never left a comment, but after this post I think I love you Glennon! After reading the comments I’ve fallen in love with Amanda, Katherine, Wendy and Melinda too. Will you please move in next to me and be my neighbors?
Brilliant. I am loving your blog. And it’s good to know somebody else’s floors look like mine. I have a holy envy for your Dyson. If I had one, I think I might actually use it on occasion. Currently my excuse is: I don’t have a fancy vacuum cleaner so why even bother. The difference between us, Glennon, is that my hubby is not about to surprise me with a D-ball. And I should be grateful for that, eh?
I’ve recently come across your blog when a friend posted your Seize the day post on FB. I’ve read and laughed at several of your posts and sometimes feel like I’m reading about my own life as a mother. You’ve made me laugh and cry within seconds of one another. Thank you for sharing your journey with others, and letting me know that it’s okay to not be a perfect Mommy to my 2 boys. I know I’ll be coming back here frequently to get a good laugh, or a bout of encouragement.
Love this! I am new to your blog thanks to your amazing viral entry from last week and am enjoying everything about it. Am finally moved to write because we have the same PB area rug. Yay for us! Same cooking and cleaning skills too it seems
. Thanks for sharing your stories and heart with the blogosphere
a friend of mine suggested your blog to me and i am SO glad she did. I first somehow landed on the letter you wrote to sweet Evy and i could hardly read thru my tears. thank goodness i read today’s post next so i could laugh til my abs hurt!
Your new biggest fan
I have long believed that vacuuming should only be done by a trained professional.
You. Are. A. *Professional*.
Laughing out loud! Too bad I have boys instead of girls – they never want to take careful “walks” across my living room carpet!
we have mostly hardwood floors, but with two dogs (and a kid who will start dropping cheerios before long, I’m sure), I need to vacuum anyway. I can’t stand mopping dog hair. And sweeping is useless.
that said… those things don’t get done very often at all. been begging hubs for a roomba… you ladies are backing me up and I love it
Love it! You are brilliant! I only vacuum when absolutely necessary. There are more important things in life. When we moved into our house with its reclaimed pine floors, my husband complained, “It’s so hard to tell when they are dirty.” EXACTLY why I love ‘em! And dusting…my uncle told me that you can always tell people who come for old money because they don’t dust. Don’t know where he got that, but I am using it.
winner winner!
Ah, a fellow non-vacuumer! I don’t even bother with the fake lines. I just plain don’t do it. My mom vacuums her house every day–which is why I think I am so against it.
When I first got married, I didn’t register or buy a vacuum. I’m not sure I had made my vow against it yet, more likely, it just didn’t occur to me that I needed one. My mom called me every day for two months to ask if I had bought a vacuum yet. Finally, one day, a brand new Oreck arrived on my doorstep. Evidently, two months was the limit for living without a vacuum. 
vanessa
I love my Dyson!! My husband came home with it ON his birthday and told me “It would be a gift to me to never hear you complain about dog hair again.” Well let’s just say, its been 5 years and I haven’t mentioned pet hair since!!!
Hehheheee… soooo funny!
See my post about my Dyson 
http://trippingdifferently.com/2012/01/10/my-new-favourite-household-chore/
i’m the opposite – i wanna have clean floors & i record my memories, even the messes on camera
btw, i love Jesus!
I tell my boys (and my husband) that vacuuming is really a male chore…it is just mowing the carpet, isn’t it? So far that has worked for me…
Fabulous! I remember dragging my desk chair around my bedroom as a kid to avoid vaccuming. However, I absolutely love to vacuum now. Seriously. And I think it’s the only INSTANT GRATIFICATION I get anymore…. Now, if I could only feel that way about the rest of my chores…..(:
I might be tempted to vacuum if I had a Dyson!!!
as I read I realize I might have an addiction to vacuming, …wish I could just let it be, enjoy my day and my kids more instead of vacumingmy whole life.
It has been so bad at times I have over-heard my kids’ friends talk about my vacuming habits, when I asked who they were talking about they said – You, you love vacuming don’t you????
What do I make of that.
I just recently found your blog and quite enjoy reading, I am starting at the beginning and working my way through to today.
I recognize myself in so many ways, in what you write and in peoples comments.
Most importantly I am finding that perhaps there is a way for me to find the faith I have always wanted but could never find, you have truly inspired me and touched soething I never knew was there.
Thank you
I just starting following your blog at the beginning of the year (starting with “Don’t Carpe Diem”), and we must be twins separated at birth! I love your stories and the way you tell them. My little girl isn’t quite big enough for a Dyson, so my husband “surprised” me with a Roomba (robot vacuum) one day. Not a bad deal after I went out and splurged a little on some things I really wanted. When your daughters move away to college you should look into one! Thanks for sharing!
“So actually becoming a real- life vacuumer wasn’t an option, since I love Jesus.” I think I’ll be laughing about that all day.
Glennon, will you please ask your daughter to keep you/us posted on how that Dyson works for her? Because I’m in the market for a new vacuum…
A M A Z I N G!!! That’s using your left brain! It’s brilliant! I just might teach my 6 year old how to give all her clothes a big bath in the not so fancy washing machine bath tub! Love this. You complete me
I honestly wait until the end of the day to do my sweeping and vacuuming. Its not worth taking the time to vacuum or clean until everyone is asleep. My floors are my battle scars of the day. SO when my husband comes home he knows what kind of day I had by the kitchen floor. He doesn’t even need to look at me anymore just the floor.
LOVE it! You’re a genius! LOL! I too hate to vacuum but the floor scrapbook is an approach I hadn’t considered. Thanks for sharing your wisdom. And for making me laugh out loud. ♥♥ Just found your blog the other day and am a big fan.
seemomblog.com
Ok, so you’re a woman after my own heart, Glennon, and you have no idea how many times I nodded on my way through this post. BUT, there is not nearly enough crap on your floor in this shot!
My husband desperately wants one of those. I have no idea why. It’s not like he would be the one using it! Any ideas on how to get the kids to sweep? lol
I’m just impressed that you didn’t hurl the vacuum at him. That takes saint-like resolve. If the Hubster brings me a surprise vacuum, I’m retaliating with a surprise lawn mower.
I just love your sharing!
G, you are a genius! If only I had thought of this while my daughter was growing up…
I have just recently been introduced to your blog but I am LOVING it! You say so many things that I have thought or felt. I have laughed and cried while reading your past posts. Thank you for being honest and telling it like it is…at least for Mommies.
Practically peeing my pants. Only *not* peeing my pants because I happened to use the bathroom right before reading this entry . Otherwise for sure I would have had an accident by now! Oh, how I wish you knew what good friends we are really meant to be! Thanks for passing on a piece of yourself again today.
This is why you have children! I, the husband, swifter the hardwood floors. But the kids, and now my daughter since our son is off to college, gets to vacuum the carpeted part of the house. When our son comes home, he gets to double up on his chores. Great story, and since we don’t vacuum or swifter often, can totally relate to the collection of memories in the corners.
one word that changed my life: ROOMBA
I put googley eyes on mine and gave it a name. My dogs are feeling left out since my new favorite pet has free run of the house while they are banned to the backyard. I’ve entertained plenty of kids with the thing as well.
Ms. Glennon – I’m a little bit in love with you! I’m a lot of in love with the Monkees, though and never giving y’all up!
Oh My God! Okay this post was already very very funny. I was so relating and feeling nostalgic as well. My mother is a very regular vacuuming person. It evokes some guilt to know I was raised with the carpet lines and not be passing on the torch to my daughter. But having Berber carpet helps – no lines happen even when you do vacuum.
But back to your post, it was so funny but then went to HILARIOUS when I saw the baby strapped to the front of your new Dyson! Almost spit out my morning coffee in my lap funny!
Thank you for giving this over tired, too much to do Mommy a huge giggle to start the day.
Kelli
This is GREAT! Just yesterday I FINALLY took down my “live” Christmas tree (which wasn’t so “live” anymore) and I told my 8 year old as I vaccummed a FEW of the “memories” (aka needles) that we could just leave the rest for decoration and AIR FRESHENER! He looked at me funny. Maybe I should get him a doll and see if he will go for taking the doll for a “careful” walk!
My Mother got us a Roomba vacuum for Christmas. Best Gift EVER! We push the button, sit on the couch, and say how much we Love to vacuum. Roombahhhhhh!
YOU are my HERO!!!
Glennon, I want to be your friend! You make me laugh out loud with your witty stories! I am addicted to your reading your blog! Keep up the good fight! You rock!
OK quite possibly the funniest thing I’ve “heard” in a long time! My husband is big on the lines too – must be an engineer thing. Me, not so much!!
This was hilarious! (Although I vaccuum once a day and am ridiculously compulsive about it) I’ve enjoyed waking up to your post.
“Floor memories” – such a great description, I’m going to try it at home. Thank you for the laugh-out-loud, touching stories that are so aptly written.
Ha! My vacuum actually really is broken right now. I normally don’t vacuum often, but it’s starting to make me a little crazy. I’ll just think of the ickiness as floor memories!
OMG, too funny!!! I’m totally okay with vacuuming but get you with the cooking! I’d rather scrub toilets than cook! Lovin your mom moments
Here’s a thought, plug it in and turn it on. That way she can vacuum while she walks her baby. Not child labour…just helping mommy!
Thank you for being the first laugh of my day! I loved your ending photo/call out hhaahaaa
Laughing so hard, I am crying!!! One of my new favorite blogs!! Love this!!
Wonderful!! I’m a 41 yr old mother of an 8 month old and beat myself up often for not keeping house the way I did before baby. THX for keeping it real and reminding me that this journey we’re on is a great adventure filled with funny moments!
stumbled upon your blog yesterday, via PigBear, and I’m hooked.Spent half the night reading it. How have I not found you before? Can I be a Monkee? Is there some sort of initiiation or contract to sign, dues to pay?
I long ago gave up clean floors. Well, sort of. I don’t clean them. Not with two boys and a dad that doesn’t understand the phase “if you spill it/drop it, pick it up” add in another (unplanned) blessing and I don’t have the time or patience to do floors. So I pay someone to do my floors. For two weeks, I walk over stray cereal pieces, dirt, leaves, whatever. Because I know come Tuesday, Krista will make it all better.
Ha ha, I love it! I own a Dyson, too. In my pre-Dyson life, I’d only vacuum if things were edging on hazmat conditions here at Casa Bagley. But, my Dyson changed my life. That thing is awesome! My old vacuum would just push dirt and Cheerios around the floor. But not the Dyson! This thing sucks up animal crackers, hair bands, puzzle pieces, whatever! Enjoy!
Memories with your children don’t need to be surrounded in filth! Vacuum …. Lazy!!!!
Amy, you have a great sense of humor. Maybe you could leave another comment with your favorite knock-knock jokes. Have a great day!
Kind of harsh, don’t you think? I always thought this was a place where people refrain from the name-calling…..Meanie!!!!
Ooops.
Amy~ This blog is such a gift to all of us…. Have you ever heard the saying, “If you don’t have something nice to say, then don’t say anything at all!”???? Do YOU have a disease? Are YOU creating genius everyday? Have you ever walked in the exact shoes of anyone else? “Judge not….” I have had to learn that lesson the hard way, let’s hope you don’t.
Amy. Now that wasn’t very nice. I think you need to head straight to timeout for the number of minutes equal to your age. After that, you should head over to G’s house and vaccuum her entire house while she writes another ridiculously funny and light-hearted blog for the rest of us to enjoy. Go on, now! Get to the corner, missy!
Well if he didn’t know before, he knows now! HAHA, love it…
I bought myself a Dyson once upon a time thinking if I spent that much money on a vacuum that I’d feel compelled to use it more. That didn’t really work! Love the “careful walk!!!
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Too funny! Clearly you don’t have any big white dogs. I wish I could pull off the stroller vacuum thing!
Could you possibly be any funnier? You MAKE.MY.DAY.
BAHA!
This made me laugh out loud! Which is extra fun when I’m the only one awake. My cat looked at me like I was nuts. Vacuuming is one of my most hated of things. I have chronic pain which has ended my ability to vacuuming as it is, but I can’t say that I miss it! Thanks for the early morning chuckles!
HAHAHAHAHAHA I am dying over the stroller vacuuming.
Glennon,
You’re like a ray of sunshine to go with my coffee in the mornings.
My friends and I started reading your blog a couple of weeks ago and love your honesty and sense of humor. In fact my best friend and I said if we lived in close proximity we would make you become our friend (we live in Canada) so don’t worry we won’t be stalking you.
We have struggled with our own personal demons and are now married with children. It’s nice to know that there are other people out there that have had the same issues and can talk about it so openly.
Thank you Glennon for my little ray of sunshine,
Leah
seriously, could you please move to live on my street in the UK b’c I could really do with someone like you around to lighten my days sometimes…well, no, a lot of the time, really. Thanks for making me laugh today – I really needed it after 10 days of sleepless jet-lagged, and now feverish snotty toddler. And yes, my floor is currently growing several new strains of bacteria – disease-curing ones, I hope. Oh, and we still have fully-fledged Christmas going on in our house, too, b’c there has just been no time to pack anything away so far
Glennon, I just love you! You are such a gift. Thank you for sharing with us each day….and yahooo on the twice a day. BTW love that song Henrietta’s hair. I totally get it.
That was absolutely hysterical!
hahahaha
This was just so funny! I feel like your words are my thoughts – and I just love another Mom who tells it like it is!
You’re supposed to actually use the vacuum? Oooooooohhhhhh. That explains so much!
LOL
I love starting my day with a belly laugh. Thank you!
Muwahahahahaha! Thanks!
We live out in the country with 3 dogs and 2 cats and 2 kids. New carpet only lasted 5 years although we waited to take it out at the 8 year mark thinking we could replace it with hardwood floors. Nope… it’s still concrete and has been for 3 years. The carpet really hid the stuff. The kids are older and they have to do it when it really gets bad! lol When we really, really clean, the kids ask “Why, who is coming over!? =0
Oh, I love to vacuum. Those line give me serenity in a world of munchkin chaos.
But I’ll remember your stroller method for those days when I just can’t stand to clean…but need to feel that serenity!!!
I am loving all your posts! Hilarious! I have tile on my first floor and carpet only on my stairs and the bedrooms, so I somehow felt that justified me to sell my vacuum at my last garage sale. I haven’t looked back since. ;o) xo, Reannah
Fabulous!!
Since my eldest (now turning 16) was NEVER into strollers or dolls, I never considered the wonderful carpet designs to be made by them.
I was so insecure about the floor being clean when someone came over, which was at least 4 or 5 times a week (special needs kid with MANY therapists) that I would actually use my vacuum at least once or twice a week. My youngest (now 9) was so enthralled by ‘power tools’ that he wanted to take over the vacuuming. Cool right! Eh not so much. You see he couldn’t walk much less push the thing. So for a while he would sit on his tricycle and push it. I purchased him a light weight one that he could use while he learned to walk in a walker at age 3. Now that he is fairly mobile, he does it himself with the aid of the wall at times. I mean he loves the ‘power’ ! How could I deprive him of the joy??
Thank you for the laughs encouragement !!
I got a new Oreck for Christmas. Love it.
You are priceless!
I need to get me one of those. I got the vacuum, I need the kid who loves to stroll…
Brilliant, lady! I am currently not vacuuming either (but it’s because our house has all marble floors (we can discuss that later) … but I like the way you think!
Oh MY gosh that is sooo my carpet with piles of crap everywhere! Hilarious!
I LOVE to vacuum (strange… I know) I LOVE making those lines in the carpet. So jealous of your dyson. I have been asking for one for YEARS!! I am about to just buy it and tell my husband if I can’t keep it- he has to return it- which he would never do
TOO cute!! I can relate so well! I have Lyme and so especially now, vacuuming is out!! I call my fingerprinted windows… Growth charts!! It is what it is and thankfully my hubby supports my non vacuuming & non window washing decisions!
Enjoy moments today! Thank you for sharing your thoughts! Your an inspiration!! I have a 3 year old daughter, have Lyme, I’m a recovering bulimic, drug addict and alcoholic! I can relate with your posts on ALL levels!!
G,
I love this one so much there aren’t words to express it! I laughed so hard I could barely breathe. You are truly talented! Thank you for this today you made my morning so much brighter! I am so thankful for your blog I am addicted to your stories and find myself inspired by you and your sister to do something to help others I am just not sure what that something is going to be yet. If you have any suggestions I would love to hear them. I hope you have a wonderful day today! I have been praying for you. I am so thankful for the sense of community and love I find here in your stories and the comments I read from the monkees!
This is Hilarious lol I love it ….
Brilliant idea!!!! You my dear are awesome! I love you blog!
Love this! Too funny and too true! My 15th month old has a truck that makes nice lines, but he recently started looking at the vacuum and saying “vroom, vroom”. I think the training will start soon
Haha! Awesome!