Back before I got caught up in all this gestating stuff, I was the one who did all the lawn mowing on our property. It was not a small task, to say the least. We have a couple of acres of grass in various places. But then I got pregnant and A. quit his law firm job and ever since, he's been the resident mower.
The only lawn that can't be mowed with the riding mower is the dog pen. And since it's so small, I decided that we didn't need a push mower with an engine. I hate engines. They always break and I don't know how to fix them and you have to mess around with oil and gas and . . . forget it. So I got a reel mower, and I mow the dog pen.
But now I have a helper.
Finally, a mower Cubby can operate.
You can't keep the boy down for long, though.
Especially when there's grass to be cut.
He spent a full twenty minutes pushing the mower around the dog pen today and didn't step in dog shit once. Success. On both counts.