Background: A couple of months ago, we bought a Dyson. I totally love it and raved about it for weeks. (Hey, our other vacuum was 10 years old. A new one was definitely reason to celebrate...Can you believe I'm old enough to have such a grown-up thing for 10 years? I can't.) I even took to using it as a verb, as in "I'm going to Dyson."
It was obvious that Nora had picked up on my enthusiasm for the Dyson when she told me "I gave that to Charlotte. It was on the floor, but it was clean because you just Dysoned." And last night when we were eating our (deliciously addictive) burrito bowls from Chipotle, Kris asked Nora how she liked her burrito bowl. Nora replied "I love it as much as Mommy loves her Dyson." I kid you not.
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