Miles has always had a special love of the vacuum, which he calls the "Vrrrrrrrrrrrrrr."* Usually, that means that he spends a ton of time chasing me around the room while I try desperately to sweep up the cereal crumbs. After literally months of this, Patrick and I broke down and bought him his very own vacuum.
So far, he loves it. And so do I. He can now sweep up his own messes. And he does. And it is bliss. The end.
Wait. What do you mean he spends most of his time chasing the dog with it? And the dog? He barks at it. Loudly
Oh, well, he's vacuuming. Yeah, I could definitely get used to this. :)
* Add about 30 more seconds worth of "rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr" after that, and that is close to what Miles calls the vacuum.