When Dallas was mowing the lawn, Mason ran to the garage to get out the kid lawn mower.
He was so excited to help. But it didn't work out too well.
He was scared to death of the real lawn mower and was constantly in a panic that it might get too close.
And as he pushed the one pound, if that, plastic lawn mover he quickly decided it was too heavy.
So in his usual Mason style, he begged mom to push the plastic lawn mower so he could hold my hand and walk next to me instead.
He is the laziest kid around.
Sometimes I find it a little ironic that he wears a superhero cape all day.
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