We now have a Roomba. Which is a great cleaning tool. But an even better source of entertainment.
Our border collie hides on the stairs while the little round robot rolls in mystical patterns across the wood floor, but our black lab, who usually follows me when I’m cleaning, now trails his new buddy.
Which I thought was amusing.
Then I cranked up the Roomba last night for the first time while Younger was home.
And when I glanced up from cooking dinner, I discovered the teenager traipsing behind the squat robot, gleefully announcing, “Oh, oh, you’re stuck now. How ya gonna — Oh. Well. Now, where ya goin’?”
A Roomba, a couple dogs, and a teenager . . . the fun may never end.