Captain Awesome is two. Captain Awesome is ornery. The dipshits who built the house we live in did not tack down the vents, which they put in the FLOOR. Hence, the vents are rarely covered in this house because Captain Awesome finds great joy in taking them and putting them in random places around the house, like on the toilet seat. (I really wish I would have taken a picture of that.) He also delights in throwing shit down said vents, and thanks to my Go-Go-Gadget arms, I have been able to retrieve all items. Until last night...
*Camera pans to small child, giggling evilly, while lifting vent out of floor. He puts the vent to the side, and attempts to crawl into space. Frustrated at his failure, he grabs the closest thing he can reach, his pacifier. After contemplating said pacifer, he throws it into the depths of the vent, not unlike the dude on Beastmaster throwing shit on the pyre, assuming his mother will come to the rescue...
Me: Seriously? Leave the vent alone, and quit throwing things down there you want to keep, because someday they'll go too far down for me to reach!
C.A.: *cheesy grin*
Me: *shoves arm down vent up to the shoulder, bravely braving what creepy crawlies may or may not live in said vent* SEE?!?!? I CAN'T REACH IT! IT'S GONE FOREVER!
C.A.: *sits on dog*
Me: *puts face near vent* Hey little pacifer, it's okay. I'm so sorry he did this to you. I know it's dark down there. Are you alright? Do you need a night light? REACH FOR ME! No? Okay. You may like it down there, actually. I bet it's quiet. And now he can't throw you, or chew on you, and neither can the dog. Maybe I should join you down there. I like quiet. Can I get you anything? Are you giving me the silent treatment? I miss you. He's going to miss you. I'd say he's sorry, but I'm not so sure he is. Is there anything else down there to keep you company? You know, like a random Lego or spiders? Because pacifier, if there are spiders, I expect you to go all dragon-slayer on their asses, because I am not having spiders in the house. Are you even listening to me? You're probably on some Pacifier Indiana Jones adventure, while I look like a complete fuckstick talking into a vent. Maybe your adventure is more Goonie-ish. I hope you know how to play the piano, or your pretty much fucked. If you find One Eyed Willie, will you bring me back some sparkly things? I like sparkly things. Well, both of my kids and the dogs are staring at me now, so I should maybe fix dinner or something. But I'll be back tomorrow. You're not alone, I promise. Nai-nai.
*If anyone wondered before this post whether or not I needed help, I think the answer is now clear.