The oldest one is starting to grow out of the phase a bit, I think, as he is heading into grade one or two and is so much more mature now. But the two younger ones are still entirely enthralled by those machines. As soon as a lawn mower fires up anywhere in the neighbourhood, those two are out the door like greased lightning, vying for the best viewing spot before the grass cutter has time to make even one pass of the lawn.
The youngest in particular is absolutely mesmerized. He will stand transfixed the entire time, swaying from side to side, until the machine is finally turned off again. I don't think he blinks once. I suspect he may even hold his breath.
Yesterday when I went out to cut the front lawn, the lawn mower kids were nowhere in sight. But as I fired up the machine, I knew it was just a matter of seconds before I would sense their presence in my peripheral vision.
As I glanced up from the neat row I was trying to maintain, I saw the middle son tracking me step for step along the boundary between our yards. And there was the youngest one, standing in the shadow of the large spruce tree, buck naked and holding his wiener in his hand, swaying from side to side. I couldn't look him in the eye.
I sincerely hope I wasn't responsible for giving him his first woodie, with my wanton lawn mowing ways.