The vacuum (which is behind me, as are the small tellie and children) gets turned on Yet Again.
About 45 seconds later it's turned off.
"Sheesh! I thought that was gonna vacuum up my whole body!"
I turn around from typetype-typing.
Note my twitching lip as I set my eyes upon my son and get an inkling of what he's about to say....
"I had this part in my mouth. And then I had to turn it off... some way."
Heavens they make me laugh.
And here's one more for good measure...Let's hope Daddy arrives home in Good Humor, and doesn't feel offended about the mistreatment of his sterile kitchen floor....