He ain't dusty, he's my brother

I will never know exactly what goes on in my kids' heads, but sometimes I'd really like to.

"Okay, Boy Wonder, help me pick up some toys! I need to vacuum the living room."

"Mommy, can you get Action Hero out of here?"

"Um, why? He's not afraid of the vacuum cleaner anymore."

"So you don't vacuum him up."

I don't know whether to be touched at his protectiveness of his baby brother, or wildly offended at his assumption that, if not watched carefully, I would VACUUM UP THE BABY. Good grief.