"Father of the Year"...4 years running...

Last week I was cleaning up the house and Isabelle was toodling behind me...messing up everything I was cleaning. As I cleaned, I talked to her and yelled, "ISABELLE! STOP MESSING UP!" and she would laugh and hug my leg. As I got out the vaccuum, I could see the growing terrow welling up in her little cow eyes. She struggled to get her chubby little leg up on the rocking chair and tried to keep an eye on me as I plugged in the mighty, mighty Kirby G5 Powerforce Vaccuum cleaner. Seeing this(NOTE:This is where I still feel bad about this), and knowing that kids are afraid of vaccuum cleaners, I turned it on and zoomed it at her feet...a few times. She was hysterical at this point, and I thought it was pretty funny, although I felt bad at the time, I finally felt vindicated over my little destroying angels. Later, we found her curled behind the rocking chair and sobbing, but Lily started beating on her in the most loving sisterly way and Isabelle was back to normal.