Where the air is sweet

Where the air is sweet

Friday, October 7, 2011

What a helper

I was borrowing my mom's vacuum because it means business, whereas mine...not so much. I was moving furniture around and vacuuming and having a grand old time. Later, I see Elizabeth violently shove a chair. She looks at me completely calm and says, "Me vacuum." When she was done, she put it away in the best spot.

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