Duster

Nolan has a new best friend:  his 1980s duster.  This duster literally came from the 1980s.  My mom gave it to me when we moved in to help with the process of getting the house in order and I don't know why I didn't pitch it after that.  It has been sitting in a corner of the laundry room for the last three years until this week when Nolan befriended it.  

He pushes it around the house, cleans under each kitchen chair and I even caught him cleaning behind the end tables in the family room.  I'm not sure if he thinks it is a vacuum or if he is pretending to vacuum but the way that he pushes it around makes me believe this.  Don't even think about taking it away from him unless you are prepared for a full blown temper tantrum.  Crying and throwing his body on the ground will ensue.  The other night we had to tear it away from him so that he could take a bath (tantrum) and then as soon as he was out he needed to hold it while he got his pajamas on, drank his milk, and watched Bubble Guppies.  Who knew a duster could be so intriguing and fascinating to a 14-month old?!