And this is how the magic happens.

Every morning after Cody wakes up, he and I go downstairs for his milk. I carry him around the house and we say good morning to just about everything we see: the refrigerator, the dining room, Walmac the Wonder Horse, the deck, the trees, you name it. Then we head to the garage and Cody really goes nuts. He says good morning to the surfboard, to the rake, to the snow shovel, to the tool box, and--most importantly--to the mini-vaccum. No one can really understand his level of excitement in this, because the ritual has yet to be captured on tape.

But this video may give you some idea. It took place after dinner, so it's far removed from his morning routine. But he made such a mess that we required the services of the mini-vacuum to clean up. What follows is Cody's reaction from my suggestion that we go wake him up.