Last week, as I was decapitating the final blades of our not-quite-two-acres of lawn, my son suddenly rushed in front of me, yelling indignantly. "Geez, Mom, what are you trying to do?? Kill me???"
Startled and perplexed, I killed the riding mower. "What are you talking about, honey?"
"You almost ran over me TWICE!"
"??? I wasn't mowing anywhere near you, hon; you were playing by the garden."
"That was BEFORE!!! Just NOW I was hiding behind that bush right by you and I had to run around it and hide behind the tree instead because you almost hit me! TWICE!!"
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