M, on the other hand, has decided to completely ignore his big sisters' silliness about the vacuum cleaner and loves it!
Here's how a typical morning in house goes when I decide to vacuum:
C (and E, if she's home): gets excited, then panics (before I've even considered turning the vacuum on), then runs and jumps on her bed.
M: gets excited, then tried to steal the extensions so he can sword fight with them.
C: sits on her bed, laughing because I can't get her, but worriedly reminds me not to get her.
M: sits in front of the vacuum cleaner (laughing) so I'll push the vacuum into him.
C: follows me from room to room, begging me not to get her.
M: follows me from room to room begging me to get him.
Seriously! What is up with these kids? How were they all possibly born to the same parents?