David Wayne, my little 8 y.o. nephew, actually I'm his great-aunt, was interested in the coffee we were passing around at Spencer's house. Some folks liked it with a little sugar, some wanted cream AND sugar, and some wanted it to stand on it's own!
Surprisingly, he had never made coffee for any one before, a novelty for him.
After a bit of instruction, I told him he could have some for himself.
He made a cup, put a little sugar in it, stirred, took a sip.
"Arrh, that's nasty!"
"I don't know how you all drink this!"
"I'm gonna wash this cup out like thirty times!"
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A few weeks later, David Wayne comes with his father to help him mow our property. I had gassed up the zero turn, and put a charger on it 'cause it had sat all winter. But his dad thought our yard was a big undertaking for the first mowing and brought his own zero turn along. The plan was for each of them to mow to get the job done faster.
Now, there's 4 acres here. The April showers had done their trick. The dandelions were proliferous and the grass was tall.
I noticed there was two or three times dad had to get down on the ground and pull wads of grass out from around the spindles and belts. It made the clutch click and whine, and put out smoke one time. This upset David Wayne, made him nervous, he shut it off and got off!
Towards the end, watching him mow in a circle, I went out to check on him. He saw me and made a beeline in my direction and idled down the mower to have a talk. He was so adult-like, so matter of fact.
"GrammyPam, you need a new zero turn, or ... you need to not let the grass get so high."
I had to laugh behind my hand, this little pipsqueak was laying it on the line! ROFL.