Avery's First Driving Experience

I worry . . . a lot . . . I blame it on being a Mom and here is why I worry . . . Bob lets the kids drive the lawnmower. Noah is actually really good at it and helps Bob mow our neighbor's yard. He will do the mowing while Bob weed eats. . . well it took me a while to get use to that, but I'm OK with it now because it does teach him about serving others and responsibility (and no he does not get paid to do it). But now Avery she is a different story . . . let's just say she gets a little over zealous. A few weeks ago we bought the kids a little wader pool - nothing big just one of those rectangular ones so they could cool off. Well the water needed changed in it so Bob decided he would hook up the wagon, fill buckets with the pool water to water my plants, and let the kids take turns driving it around front to the flower beds.

So here is the scene . . .

Avery is on the lawnmower - Noah is getting ready to climb in the back of the wagon - and Bob is just about ready to take a seat behind Avery on the lawnmower seat when she announces "Everybody ready" and kicks the lawnmower from "park" all the way to 4th gear - yep 4th gear. Needless to say Noah never made it into the back of the wagon - Bob never made it to the seat - and Avery was a little surprised.

The result . . .

The only thing that stopped Bob's fall was unfortunately the wagon and hitch behind him. His leg took the brunt of the fall - but both arms were bruised and needless to say he was a little sore. Fortunately right before this he had told Avery that if she ever needed to stop the lawnmower that all she had to do was "push in this pedal" - and thankfully she jumped down and pushed in in with her hands before the lawnmower ran into the side of the garage.

Kissing daddy's boo-boo.
So now you know why Mom's worry . . . we have reason to - Now ask me if they drive the lawnmower anymore . . . .
It's worse - Bob got a new lawnmower so now the old one belongs to the kids and they even get to paint it. Now I have to worry about the paint fumes killing off their brain cells.
I tell ya - it's a wonder I'm not gray (oh wait). . .