This same man came home today with a fire under him and proceeded to move all the furniture so he could vacuum underneath. By Marcus' definition, this is real vacuuming. I try to check the vacuuming chore off my list about once (gasp!) a week. He always notices but often will ask me, "did you move stuff?" This is when I gesture towards the squirming poo machine on his playmat or Tornado Sue busily emptying her Lego box over the fresh carpet and say, "Yes, I moved them and that should be good enough!"
Same day and with the same fire, Marcus is doing the dinner dishes. I help by stowing away the perishables (we had fajitas, if you wonder). For whatever reason I am singing Paula Abdul's "Opposites Attract". I find that I still remember the words to this song, and am quite pleased with myself. Marcus could care less until I take "two steps forward" and dance up on him Night at the Roxbury style, only to have him crack the tiniest smile. He's always a tough crowd, but I find it keeps my own comedy sharp.