all night, quentin kept exclaiming, "shweepy! shweepy!" and i had no idea what he was talking about. i finally realized he was talking about the vacuum cleaner. he wanted to push it around and pretend he was sweeping like a street sweeper (among his new favorite types of trucks.) this kid is nutzo for anything with wheels, even a dyson. with a disturbing amount of pet hair in it.
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