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.
Sort of.
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.
7 comments:
Good job Cubby.
Wow, I haven't seen one of those mowers since Moby Dick was a minnow!
What a sly mommy. Buying a toy for Cubby with which he does real work...while playing. There must be more of those ideas around. Beth
Wonderful. Train him young, and make him think it's fun.
Oh, and Marcy? I walked past a woman mowing her lawn with one of these on my way to work this morning. We downtown- old neighborhood residents tend toward the green.
Your Cubby posts always make me smile.
Awesome. You have your Yard Boy and shall soon be able to hand off that chore. Well done, mom.
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