Time to cut the lawn.
I would say, poor Mark, but he's the one who's been putting this off for 3 weeks.
We're going to take a walk in a little bit to go get some gas for the mower, and then it's grass cutting fun time.
Not.
He just asked me if he could do it tomorrow, and I said "No, you're going to Aunt Jo's house tomorrow for the night, and it's just too tall. It's going to take you over an hour as it is. One more day, 2 more days, and it'll be knee high."
He shot me the super duper I hate you mom look of death.
I expect him to complain the entire time he's doing it, as well as stopping and starting to come in and "rest".
Comments
OMG! At least you don't get the, "Daddy, can I eat first before I mow the lawn?" or the "I have a headache, can I do it tomorrow?" or the "I got homework to do..."
Kids, why did we have?
Posted by: Chris | May 1, 2008 3:41 PM