Obsessed with vacuuming

Connor recently became fascinated with the vacuum cleaner, and begged me to teach him how to vacuum. After a quick crash course, he set about vacuuming the kitchen for me. He paused every so often to thank me for teaching him to vacuum, to thank me for LETTING him vacuum, and to tell me that I'm the best mom ever for letting him vacuum.


He cried last night when he asked if he could vacuum and I told him "no" because the floors weren't dirty, and besides, it was bedtime.

I'm the best mom ever for letting him vacuum one day, and another day, I'm the worst mom ever. Who knew the cleanliness of my floors and his ability to vacuum or not could be so closely linked to how he feels about me at any given moment?!?!