Wednesday, August 26, 2009

got a machinehead better than the rest

The lawn mower kids, we call them, the three little boys who live next door.  The trampoline kids live on the other side of us, and they spend a considerable amount of time on their backyard trampoline.  But it's nothing compared to the dedication that the lawn mower kids lavish on objects of their collective fascination.

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.

13 comments:

Wandering Coyote said...

Oh my God - he must be on his way to some very odd fetish! That's just WEIRD! I don't know what I would have done had I been you. I would probably have stopped mowing ASAP - and then blogged about it.

Dr. Monkey Von Monkerstein said...

This type of post is what keeps me coming back.

Remi said...

Everyone needs a hobby, I guess.

justrun said...

Ha! A machine turning a male on? Tale as old as time! (Well, at least time since the existence of machines, anyway. What? Do you think the industrial revolution was JUST about making crap?)

kelly said...

well guys do like anything mechanical

mister anchovy said...

Har!

Barbara Bruederlin said...

Oh yes, the blogging about it goes without saying, doesn't it, Wandering Coyote? We are always looking for that blogworthiness angle of any situation.

And all this time I thought it was my charm that kept you coming back, Dr M. Well, as long as you keep coming back.

Some people go on to develop those hobbies into lucrative careers too, Remi.

They never explored that angle in our high school history books, Justrun. Evidently we were done a great disservice and were only given half of the information.

And some guys like anything mechanical way more than other guys, Kelly. While others are very particular in their specific desires, apparently.

How nice that you could derive some amusement from my discomfort, Mr Anchovy. My work here is done.

Doc said...

At least you didn't lean over and trim your bush...

Doc

Barbara Bruederlin said...

Well the junipers ARE getting rather unruly, Doc, so perhaps I shou

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Allison said...

Hahaha!

That sounds like the opening credits to the next weird suburban sitcom. ;)

Barbara Bruederlin said...

It's the film student in you talking, Al. And that inner film student is full of brilliant ideas!. Get your camera out!

~Jen~ said...

1st woodie HA HA HAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Barbara Bruederlin said...

I knew that YOU in particular would like that, Jen! You shoulda been here.