My brand new steam mop was ready to go. I smiled, started my iTunes, and grabbed the handle, eager to try out my new toy.
(I know, I know. You’re rolling your eyes. But I like housework. Well, most of it.)
Have you ever used a steam mop? It’s kind of amazing. I could hardly believe how well it was cleaning my floors with no more than water. Elated, I stopped and snapped a quick pic to send to my parents, who had gifted me the mop for Christmas. “Thank you! I’ve never loved mopping so much!”
On I continued around the corner, singing along to the tune in my ears, when I noticed the mop was no longer working. Turning my head towards the electrical outlet, I spied the cause.
Henry was holding the cord, grinning at me.
“Henry, that’s not funny, bud! Let Mom finish.”
He giggled and replaced the cord. No less than a minute later, my mop stopped working again. I saw the same sly smile and pondered what to do.
Could he be trying to tell me something? Does he want me to play with him? Is he bothered by the sound of the mop or is he just being silly? Wait… regardless, he wants my attention, right?
