Mr. Fix-it

A few weeks ago, I was vacuuming and the vacuum exploded...

Ok, maybe not really exploded but it popped and then started smoking...

It smelled sooo bad! Poor Mason was running around crying

and plugging his nose until he finally ended up hiding in the corner

with his hands covering his face...

Anyways, I thought maybe it needed a new filter and a new rubber cord thingy,

so Brad and Mason went to work to try to fix it.

Mason was a big helper with the screwdriver

He insisted on being right next to Brad

Unfortunately, all of their hard work did not pay off and the vacuum still wouldn't work and we had to invest in a new vacuum.

Mason is really starting to talk a lot now. One of my favorite things to ask him is "Who is that?", while I am pointing at Brad.

Mason always answers, "That's A dad." Not MY dad, just A dad.

It makes us laugh every time. He also insists on telling us every time he toots or poops. He pats his bum and says "I stink."

He is a little stinker :)