Obsessions can be a real interesting ride. My autie has had quite the obsessions over the years from volcanoes to spiders to tractors to space to plants to now vacuum cleaner attachments. Yes, that's right, vacuum cleaner attachments.

We took a little trip the other day to get out of the house and relax. Packed the kids up in the car and we all took off for lunch. We made sure the boys had plenty to fidgit with and they were armed with Gameboys and toys. Only Ewan decided a 'must have' item included a harmless little black vacuum cleaner attachment that he used as his 'stylus' for the Gameboy.

Harmless. Uh huh.

So we get to a restaurant that isn't too packed for a Sunday afternoon and wrestle the kids out of the carseats and inside. We get a seat, order, and are on the verge of relaxing into the booth seats when Ewan exclaims, "Where's my vacuum piece? Where? Where is it?"

He asked our neighbors to the left and to the right if they have seen this inocuous piece of cleaning hardware. He asked the waitress if she had seen that spiffy crevice tool anywhere. He suspiciously eyed the cleaning crew and not so subtly implied that they had stolen his janitorial apparatus. He asked people just walking in to the restaurant if they had seen that crafty crevice instrument in the parking lot.

By this point, my husband and I were scouring the ends of the earth for this infamous piece of my son's life. The world stops when things like this pop up and we were determined to keep the world spinning even if that meant lifting a crevice tool from the restaurant's cleaning crew.

Then the sun broke forth from the clouds and shone down on my lovely husband as he yelled forth from across the sea of confused diners to shout, "I found it! I got it! Here's Ewan's vacuum tool!" Such is life. Vacuum cleaners and all.

I wouldn't have it any other way.