Lucas' job is mowing our lawn. He gets paid fairly handsomely for a job he hates...sounds like real life. He does what he can to push off mowing the lawn. This past time it was almost two weeks without a mow. Our rule is, "you mow the lawn ~ you get paid. But if you don't mow the lawn ~ you pay Dad for doing your job." It's a $50 swing...Lucas can earn $25 or he can end up paying Stan $25. So far, Lucas hasn't had to pay. There have been threats and close calls but he's gotten the job done just in the nick of time.
Last night was one of those times. It was down to the wire. Stan's threat to mow the lawn loomed out there like a hurricane waiting to come ashore. There was one small problem...yesterday it rained so the lawn was saturated. Stan gave Lucas the instructions "go out into the back yard with the lawn mower and see if it's mowable." No further instructions were given...like why it would be better to do a spot check in the back yard. Lucas, and his 12 year old brain, heard "go mow the lawn."