Posted 07-02-2003 at 04:26:38
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I had the tractor key taken away from me. Not by my husband, but by my fourteen year old son.
Out the door I went, prepared to move around some stuff with it so I could mow and clean up and here he came at a dead run and snatched the key from the ignition before I even got settled into the seat good. I just stared at him like he'd lost his mind.
Okay, granted, I don't know everything there is to know about the tractor, but I know how to make it go and how to make it stop and I recently discovered the thingie that makes the arm dealies in the back go up and down, and I have a manual, so I am encouraged to keep trying.
"You're gonna tear it up." Jake informed me, with absolutley no regard for the time honored tradition of following up that observation with saying something positive, which forced me into a defensive position.
"Look boy, you didn't come out of the womb knowing how to run this thing, and if you can learn it I can learn it, so give me that key. Now."
"You'll have to pry it from my cold dead fingers."
"That can be arranged."
"Mom.....it's the only tractor we've got, and besides......you might get hurt." Big old sad eyes.
Ratzen fracken snackldybrack. When did he learn to use sentiment to win an argument?
"Okay....fine. If you're not going to give me the key, then you're going to move all these implements out of my way so that I can mow. Deal?"
Sigh of releif.
I don't know whether to be proud of him or beat the snot out of him. I'm glad that he values the tractor and wants to take care of it, but it kind of rubs me the wrong way that he thinks I'm not capable of learning how to run the stupid thing.