After getting a clean towel Kennedy gently ran it against the wood in circular motion. He wondered why it had to be circular. Even his mother made him do that when he cleaned the tabletops. A CIRCLE, Kennedy, she would say. Was it because everyone loved circles and they wanted to clean stuff by doing cicular motions?

Meh.

When he was done buffering the broom handle repeated the polishing step again. Circle. Circle. Circle. Why not square or triangle? Triangles were cool, too. Then, for the second time he buffed the wooden handle. A grin streched on his lips when he saw the room around him reflect off the wood. He peered into it and found a mishapen Kennedy grinning back at him.

Broom polishing was done!