Our boy loves to mow.
Phase One.
Phase Two. Negotiations for street mowing begin.
He is two. He loves to push the limits and test his boundaries. Mowing in the street is not allowed.
Phase Three. Defeat.
Sorry, Pal. Rules is rules. (My mother, the English teacher, is going to love that last one.)
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4 comments:
ha ha, love that sequence.
Don't you know street mowing is way better than plain old ordinary grass mowing? :)
Ahhh! I miss the pretend lawn mowers! Ours used to blow bubbles while you pushed it. :) And I'm lovin' all that green! Super adorable!
Oh my goodness. You captured it perfectly. Adorable.
(And Eli has that same mower but hardly uses it anymore, it's getting too big. *insert my pouty sad face*)
Perfect capture of defeat! So cute. Love all of his curls.
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