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."
"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.