He found the Lawnmower in the garage.
He climbed on it himself.
He tries to start it by pulling the chord.
He smiles at the smell of gasoline.
I haven't even used it yet, it's right out of the box, brand new!
I told him to keep his feet out from under the mower, and by the way, it's not a riding lawnmower, you push it. So, he got off, went behind it, grabbed it by the lower crossbar, and pushed the thing right out of the garage.
When I did mow the grass, his Mom had to restrain him from helping.
Maybe next summer. . .
Grow, Sam, Grow!
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