I vacuum several times a week, as my husband and B are both severely allergic to dust mites. This morning, I decided it was also time to rotate out toys, so I gathered up the toys that were on the floor and put them away. I left out the favorites that were up on furniture (heaven forbid we put away the AKC fox!!!).
Usually when I vacuum, Cooper prances around with a worried look on his face. And he can't seem to get the idea that he'd be "safe" if he just stayed behind me. No, he has to be right where I'm about to vacuum!
Today, however, he found his toys that were still out, and pranced around with them in his mouth. Then he'd lay one down in front of the vacuum, and "rescue" it right before I got there. It reminded me of those old cartoons where the victim gets strapped to the railroad ties and the hero comes and rescues them.
All was made right, though, when I stopped vacuuming. I got out a bunch of toys he hadn't seen in weeks. After rummaging through them, he sat on my lap and insisted on cuddles to know that all was right with the world.