And you shall never mow alone

Nearing the end of our playtime outdoors the other night, we decided to load up Alex and Mickey and take them to the park. As we backed out of the driveway, Pete and I noticed our lawn, creeping higher and higher by the minute. Staring at it, we both knew what had to be done. Given our upcoming schedule, it was mow it now or wait five days. By then we'd need to rent a brushhog.

So, with the motor still running, Pete got out of the car and prepared to mow. Mickey was more than a little confused by the whole thing. One minute we're on a family outing and the next it's just Mom, like any old day.

"Mom, what's Daddy doing?"

"He has to mow the lawn since there's no other time..."

"Well that's not right..."

"Why isn't it right?"

"Because he shouldn't be mowing by himself."

"Why?"

"Because he should have friends with him. It doesn't make sense to me."

Me neither, Mickey. One should always have a friend to mow the lawn.