Mowing the lawn around here is quite the ordeal. Henry insists on staying outside with John while he mows, which means that I have to stay outside with him. Not fun when it's 100 degrees out. So, usually I just listen to him scream inside while John mows away. The problem is that when John edges the lawn he has to plug the weed whacker into an inside plug. Which means that the door is open just a crack. It takes Henry a mere .02 seconds to realize what is going on, and he immediately runs to the front of the house, opens the door & heads straight for daddy. By this time, I've resigned myself to sitting in the heat and usually grab a hat & sunglasses to make the best of it. But last week, John helped me out a bit by watching Henry and mowing at the same time. For this I was thankful.