An Ordinary Wednesday

I usually post the funny things my kids say as Facebook statuses, but this is too long for Facebook.
I was attempting to get ready for work. Brady was upstairs in my bedroom, watching tv.
“Mom, mom! Hurry up, you’ve gotta get up here and watch this commercial so you can buy this for me!”
I dragged myself up the stairs because Brady is persistent and he will not give up until I do as he asks. I can either say “no” 10,000 times or I can go up the stairs and check out the commercial and potentially get ready for work in peace. I expected to see a commercial for stompies, or those blankets with the animal hood thing, or the light up pillow things. (Note to self: put animal head on any bedtime object and become a millionaire. Bonus points if it lights up.)
As I came to the top of the stairs, I quickly realized the commercial was for a vacuum. Yes, a vacuum. Most kids like to play with toys; Brady asks for vacuums, or bungee cords, or batteries.
“Mom, look! You don’t have to empty out the garbage, you just push a button so I could do it myself! Can we get it? Please???”
I told him I’d talk to his father about it and went back downstairs to finish getting ready.
Two minutes later, he’s yelling from the top of the stairs. “Mooooooooom! There’s a hook on it and you can hang it on the side of the refrigerator!”
I told him I still had to talk to his father about it and to please be quiet and not wake his brothers.
One minute later, “Mom, you can vacuum ANYTHING with it.”
At that point I tuned him out and just answered with an “Uh huh” as I finished my make-up.
He came to the stairs at least five more times with fascinating features of this vacuum. After a couple more minutes he says, confused, “Mom, I think this might be an infomercial.”
I don’t know why that struck me as so funny, but it made my whole day.

About jillo31

I always wanted to write the great American novel. I've come to the realization that that may not happen. Instead, I'm going to write about my life as a working mom to three boys. I figure in ten years, I won't remember what these days are like. I want to record my everyday victories and struggles.
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