Why is it that when I pull out my vacuum, my children seem to not comprehend its purpose? It's not as though I never use it. On the contrary, it's highly used to clean up...after them.
Is it the fact that this creature of cleaning isn't as exciting as the physical act of making the disasters for which it's needed? Is the vacuum really a mythical being that only comes out in fairy tales of clean homes and well-behaved children?
Whatever the reason, the vacuum's existence and purpose is continually unknown by my children. Then, I remember, the last time I actually had a clean house was before I had kids. So, maybe the act of it actually helping me clean is truly the myth.
Is it the fact that this creature of cleaning isn't as exciting as the physical act of making the disasters for which it's needed? Is the vacuum really a mythical being that only comes out in fairy tales of clean homes and well-behaved children?
Whatever the reason, the vacuum's existence and purpose is continually unknown by my children. Then, I remember, the last time I actually had a clean house was before I had kids. So, maybe the act of it actually helping me clean is truly the myth.
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