I have one of those bagless vacuum cleaners. I love the fact that it's bagless, even though it can be a bit messy to clean out. I think I like it so much because I can constantly monitor the work that's being done. Even though it's slightly horrifying to see what has been residing in your house without your permission or knowledge.
Today when I vacuumed I realized that it'd been way too long since the previous time I vacuumed. I could tell by the number if times I had to empty the canister. Eek and Ick. To be sure.
While there is joy in knowing that I've accomplished a task and made my house cleaner, the real joy oozes from every pore of my Whirling Dervish.
Ever since he was able to crawl, Whirling Dervish has made a beeline for the vacuum attachments whenever the vacuum came out of hiding. He first took delight in the brush, pulling it across his face and the face of anyone else that was unsuspecting enough to put him on their lap.
It didn't take long though for him to discover that the extension tubes make great swords or guns. Which he frequently used to whack his older sister (The Affectionate One) into submission. Much to his delight, it often worked because she wasn't much fond of all the whacking aimed at her. And because she's often desperate for someone her age to play with her.
Now, though, thanks to often watched Clone Wars, the extension tubes have morphed into light sabers. Accomplishes much the same tasks as swords and it's sure to provide light years worth of joy.
Just ask The Affectionate One.