Robot Love

I am in love with a round, circular bunch of metal and plastic. His name is Scooba and he cleans my floors. I adore him. Not only do I talk to him (good job little Scooba – such a nice clean floor!), but the boys like to cheer him on as we watch our little robot scrub and clean. (Griffin even claps when Scooba finishes a room.) Scooba is our sweet miracle.

He is such a miracle, in fact, it led us to letting go of our twice a month appointment with our cleaning lady. Our cleaning appointment was only to scrub up our floors, vacuum up our rugs and give our bathrooms some shine. With Scooba taking care of my floors, we thought we could do away with the expense.

I have to admit I only agreed to let the cleaning lady go after Chris promised me to get a girlfriend for our Scooba. Her name is Roomba. And they just may be a match made in heaven. With Roomba vacumming and Scooba scrubbing, life is good.

Hmmm, just one thing though: does anyone know of any robots who do bathtubs?