Jack vs. Vac

Jack and I had some mommy-son time, something that's incredibly rare at Temporary Wasser Manor these days. Steve was out at a coffee shop doing some writing, and my mom and Doug went out for a dinner date, so it was just me and my little man. I made macaroni and cheese for dinner because, as he put it enthusiastically, "Jack like it mac and cheese."

A couple of times, Jack asked for Daddy, Grandma, or Grandpa. I told him that they were bye-bye and that we were going to spend the evening together, just mommy and Jack. He seemed to like that idea, because it prompted him to compose a song about me, which consisted of him singing the word "Mommy" over and over again to the tun of "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star." He is such the charmer sometimes.

After dinner, I decided to do a little cleaning, so I got out the vacuum cleaner. I told Jack that he could help me push it and warned him that it would make a loud noise. Jack was listening when I told him that, but when faced with the actual loud noise, he was kind of nervous. He was okay for a while, but eventually it was just too scary and he indicated that I should put it away.

I unplugged the vacuum and Jack immediately started to bitch it out. Jack told the vacuum that it was too loud and "not nice," and that it was a "bad guy" and repeatedly told it, "Go away!" Roary and I were like, "Yeah, you tell him, Jack!" I put the vacuum in the closet and Jack proudly slammed the door behind it.

He then basked in his triumph over the evil vacuum cleaner, declaring, "I did it!"