Math vs. the Mower

Wednesday morning, 8:25am. I am wondering where Jake is and thinking I ought to get him started on his math for the day.

I check the garage. Is he at work with Cameron's tools again? Nope.

I check the street. Is he riding his bike? Negative.

I check the backyard. And this is what I find.

He is happily mowing the yard--still wearing his pajamas.( I tell Cameron that I hope when he prays he remembers to thank the Lord for sending him a son who begs and pleads to be able to mow the lawn.)

On second thought, maybe we'll be starting that math lesson at 9 instead of 8:30 this morning.