Bubba and the Vac

I came home from work today, inspired to be superwife, and decided to do some light cleaning. After clearing some toys and furniture, I got out The PowerForce Bissell. It turned on with a loud roar, and my poor little guy started screaming like a busty woman in a horror film. A look of terror in his eyes, he quickly headed for under the crib. You laugh, but it was one of the saddest, most heart-breaking moments I have ever witnessed. I turned off the vacuum, and picked up my poor little boy. He clung to me like never before, and was shaking like a leaf in the wind.

What is a mother to do? I can't leave my house unvacuumed, but I shouldn't be scarring my offspring either. I brought Bubba to the vacuum and explained, "The vacuum is good. It helps Mama's floor get clean." I grabbed his hand and had him softly touch the handle. He calmed down a little, so with him still in my arms, I turned on the vac again. He clung to me tighter and tighter, but no screaming this time. It wasn't easy to vacuum with a 25+ baby in my arm, but, being the supermom that I am, I got the job done.

I put Bubba down on the floor, as I put the vac away. Silence. I have never seen him so quiet in my life. He just sat there on the floor staring at the Bissell, nervously. After several minutes, he reached out, smacked that vac, then crawled away. Take that, PowerForce Bissell! And Bubba was back in the game.