Karl's greatest love in life (other than me and Haley) is the vacuum. He genuinely enjoys vacuuming, which I find so weird. I'm glad he likes the task, but why and how is beyond me. It must be genetic because Haley shares his love of the vacuum. The noise soothed her to sleep many nights. She squeals with delight whenever Daddy vacuums. And now, she hugs the vacuum. What has the world come to?
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