It's Friday, and my son is home today. He claimed he wasn't feeling well....so he got to stay home with us today. I say claimed because I think we were had. He seems just fine to me. Fine enough to get into mischief anyways.
Our house has toys. Lots of them. Many of which are stashed away for the proverbial rainy day. It's not raining today....but it is cold and cloudy outside.
Mommy was on the phone on the top floor, and Daddy was in the basement working away (and reading the highlights of last night's Toronto/Montreal game. Montreal won 4-3 in overtime....which is just as it should be. It was a great game....and I had awesome seats!). But I digress....
While the parents of the household are busy doing their respective things....my son was busy doing his.
Which includes discovering unopened toys. Unopened toys are a sin it would seem. And they require immidiate attention. Or so you'd think....
Toys also sometime come backed in stryofoam...and this is where the fun begins.
A little while ago...I hear "the voice"
"Daddy!! I need your help!!"
"Uh - huh....what's up?
"The vacuum is hungry!"
"Uh - huh....is it now."
"That's right...it told me it was hungry, and its time to feed it!"
"Uh - huh...". At which point - I unplant myself from my moderately comfortable office chair and decide to investigate. I'm hungry too anyways...
When I reach the top of the stairs, my son grabs my hand and says, "you must come with me right now! You will not believe what is happening".
He drags me to the office on the main floor...and low and behold - there is styrofoam all over the carpet...on the desk...on the chair...pretty much everywhere!
"See! Look at this mess!!!"
"Uh - huh....who did that?"
"I don't know"
"Uh huh...so what is it you need me to do?"
"I need you to go back downstairs and get the vacuum. He's hungry - and I know just the thing!"
"Uh - huh....you know Nicholas...you could have asked me to bring it up with me in the first place!"
"I know!"
So....I go downstairs....grab the vacuum, and haul it back upstairs. It's not like I was busy or anything...
In time I was gone...my son has continued to break up the styrofoam so that there were lots and lots of little pieces. Seems the vacuum is quite hungry indeed.
I plug it in, and fire it up...and remove the wand. Which is quickly snatched away. Seems I'm not qualified to feed the vacuum.
After more broken styrofoam....and much laugher. My son had fed the vacuum - and then he bails. Leaving me to actually finish feeding the vacuum....and put it all away. I also vacuumed the living room. :)
In the time I have known my son, I have discovered that by far the coolest toy in the house is the Dyson vacuum. But dammit! That's Daddy's toy! It is a cool toy though.
And I suppose I can learn to share....whether I like it or not! :)
