"Just one row, Charlotta."
"Aww DAAaad! I want to mow more..."
"Not until you're 12."
My birthday finally came and I was thrilled to have the new responsibility of Lawn Care Professional bestowed upon me. This excitement lasted about two weeks.
"DAAaad! It's too hot out here! You mow."
"Nope. It's your responsibility now. TheDeanInc turns 12 next year."
TheDeanInc was smarter than me. I approached him with the deal of a lifetime. I was willing to part with my favorite hobby of all time when he turned 12. Of course I didn't want to but was would because I loved him so much. He turned to me and said, "I don't want to mow the lawn. You were stupid to fall for Dad's trick. It's your job."
I had to keep the task until TheDeanInc turned 12. He didn't want to mow but he got the job anyway. (I think that's why adults have children: cheap labor). Mowing has been passed through all but one of us 6 children.
Lucky for P2, in 3 years, LittleBoyBlue will get his turn. Dad's already letting him "practice".
That's right LittleBoyBlue! Push! Faster, Faster!