I tried to mow the lawn the other day. I got one small patch done before Benjamin dashed in front of a car. I cut the lawn mower to save my boy, and when I recovered from my heart attack the lawn mower wouldn't start again. Joshua sighed and said, "That's why dads are supposed to mow the lawn."
The man of the house has not gotten around to his man work yet. My lawn looks retarded, but I kind of hope that the lawn mower won't start for him, either, just to prove that I'm no chick!