One child is always strikingly different from the next.

Or so I’m told.

For example? My kids.

The boy has always had a love/hate relationship with our vacuum. Sometimes he’s okay with it. Like: “score, mommy is doing her yearly vacuuming – what can I get into now?”

Other times? You would think a homicidal monkey was after him.

My daughter? Well God bless the little daredevil. She’s all: “what a nice big chew toy. Lemme at it. Must lick all of it.”

Yup. Biiiig differences which force me to do the vacuuming only when the girl is either asleep our in her high chair.

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