Roomba

My nephew is almost two years old. He’s discovering vowels, consonants not so much. I go by the name of Peepeeyaw - capitalized since I’m a person -, me is milk, appie means open. It is not only the translation from Dutch to English, these names are quite nonsensical. One word he can almost say is Roomba. He is fascinated by the autonamous cleaning robots. Roomba, the not quite inanimate object, is a companion and playmate to my nephew. Alas, they got up to all sorts of mischief, which is why my sister was forced to permanently store Roomba away. The consequence was heartbreak, infantile but no less pure. We’re currently on holiday and lo and behold, the 10 square centimeters underneath the closet were sufficient for my nephew to identify his companion. I’m afraid we’ll have to break his heart all over again.