Bad Vacuum Cleaner, Bad!

The nerve, thinking that I could vacuum during my son’s morning cartoons. As soon as I turned it on I was met in the hall by a charging toddler (with terrible bed head) waving a metal spatula and repeatedly yelling “stop it, stop it.” Thinking that he was talking to me I was prepared to punish him when he started to violently spank the vacuum cleaner with his spatula. His behavior was so entertaining that I had to laugh. When the rage ceased he looked up at me. I immediately changed my expression from amused to angry. His response was to drop the spatula, say sorry, and run back into the living room to resume cartoon mode.