On Friday, Drew and I had a little accident while vacuuming the playroom. I didn't realize he was right behind me and I pulled the vacuum back right into his head. It left a huge mark and he cried so hard. I felt horrible. (Later that night he cracked his head on a metal door frame at church...but that's a different story...) Today, I told him I needed to clean his room before his nap so he helped me change his sheets and then it was time to vacuum. He found the vacuum in the hall and helped me bring it into his room. He likes to turn it on and then usually helps me push it a few times, but today he just ran off as soon as it came on. Thinking nothing of it, I started to vacuum his floor. When I turned around a few seconds later, he was standing in the door with his orange hard hat on. (It came with a big dump truck he got for his birthday...thanks Cynthia...his favorite present EVER!) Apparently he decided he needed to put on the hard hat if mommy was going to vacuum again. I cracked up! He just giggled and came in to help.
Of course I didn't have the camera in the area at the right time...I'll try to catch him in it later...
1 comment:
Ok. That's too funny.
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