Scarred for Life

A couple weeks ago Jake took on mowing the front yard by himself for the first time.

He called me out to help him empty the bag.  When I got outside my neighbor yelled down to me:

“Hey…MURPHY!”…followed by a little wave…

What?  You don’t see my neighbor?  Let me help you.

I yelled, “My eyes!  My eyes!” and helped Jake empty the lawn bag.

Jake was not deterred.  We don’t have a self-propelled lawnmower.  He needed all his concentration.

Our neighbor – concentrating on his yard:

Jake: pure effort…

Our neighbor…not so pure:

Just so you know, I covered his eyes to protect the innocent.  That would be his wife.

(There was a reason…stay tuned for that in the next post!)