Today Victor offered Jack the chance to help him mow the lawn in the backyard. His buddy Mack gets to do it with his dad, so Jack’s been bugging Vic about it for a while. When the lawn mower is bigger than the person pushing it, and the sun is beating down on the yard, conditions aren’t exactly prime for a patient training session, though. I took pictures from on high (Jack’s bedroom window):
Victor only took his hands off the lawn mower a few times, much to Jack’s frustration, but he had a really hard time pushing it all on his own. I’m just thankful that both of them still have all their limbs intact—it looked iffy for a while (that’s when I was too busy screaming GET AWAY FROM THE MOWER to take pictures).
The Boy has mowed his first lawn, yes, but PLEASE, no phone calls. I don’t think he’ll be starting that landscaping service any time soon.