Today I was working on some projects that have been awaiting my attention for a little too long. My three year-old was with me every step of the way. We spent some time working on the lawnmower, because it's that time again. Today I let him do more than I usually do. He tightened some screws; he brought me some tools; he put the air filter back on over the carburetor, and he did it all well. We were together a lot today. We laughed. High-fives were exchanged. I showed him how a few things worked. Several times today, he said: "We're working men!" We had a good time. One task that we accomplished was to spray some WD-40 into the cylinders. Once he saw me spray some in, he naturally wanted to give it a shot. I thought, "Why not?" So, I showed him how to insert the little red WD-40 straw into the opening and how to spray. He did like I showed him, and then disaster struck...The straw detached and fell into the cylinder.
So, there we were. And there we still are, even now as I write this. What will become of the mower, my lawn, and the day's work? I don't know. But I can tell you this: It'll be alright. And long after all of the mowers, lawns, and days' work have come and gone, my boy and I will be one day closer.