You won't find this one at Toys 'R' Us:
That's my boy, yes sirree.
Yup, A. purchased an old scythe this past week (for various uses including possibly cutting some loose hay for the sheep in the neighbor's unused field), and do you think I could keep Cubby from trying it out? No way in hell.
Funny thing is, ridiculous as it looks to give an eight-foot scythe to a three-year-old, it's actually one of the safer tools he can use. It's too heavy for him to lift and the handle is so long he's a long way from the blade. As long as there are no dogs or babies in the vicinity, he can't cause any real damage; he just kind of pulls it along on the ground.
But I bet there's still more than one person out there shaking her* head at my parenting choices. That's cool. Doesn't bother me. And it could be worse. Cubby informed me today that now that he's three, he's old enough for a pistol, no doubt inspired by the very educational and (I now see) ill-advised book on pirates we got from the library yesterday.
That scythe doesn't look so bad now, does it?
* I use the feminine pronoun deliberately, as the odds are pretty low that any male head is doing anything right now other than thinking, "That scythe is RAD. I wanna try it."
7 comments:
Go, Cubby! Cubby's 2nd cousin can handle a scythe quite well at age 8 so you won't have too long to wait before Cubby can cut some hay for the sheep and control unwanted weeds and brush.
I like your parenting style. :)
LOL! I'm sitting here at work laughing my head off about Cubby saying he is old enough for a gun!!! Wouldn't the gun control idiots love that one.
"You'll shoot your eye out!"
No Red Ryder riffle for you Cubby.
Hey - as long as there is no resulting closed head injury or gaping wound I say let the kids play with what they want.
Besides. That scythe IS rad. Now I want to use one on the suburban savannah out back of my house.
I guess you could tell him he couldn't have a gun until he can grow whiskers like the pirates? Beth
How hilarious!
(I say that knowing there are folks out that who will not think it's hilarious, nor is my comment. To each his own.)
By the way, I have a 17-year-old with whiskers who I think would enjoy playing with it too. (He and the 49-year-old with whiskers say our acreage is overgrown thanks to so much spring rain and it's seriously impeding their dirt bike riding. Too bad you can't just mail it to us so we can borrow it.)
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