Well, this is our mali-jee (gardener--isn't he just so zen?). We sold the lawn mower because we knew we would have a gardener and figured he would cut the lawn somehow.
Well, it turns out our gardener doesn't cut lawn--it must be a lower caste thing or something. Instead, he asked us to pay extra to have some other guy come in a mow the lawn. When this other guy showed up with a lawn mower like our old one, we decided this was a great chance to keep Isaac remembering what real life is like.
Amazingly enough, once we brought the lawn mower home, everybody wanted a chance to try it out--the guard, the driver, the mali, Mommy, Tom. The same thing happened when we brought the hand wheat grinder out after the electric one burned out . . . but that's another story for another day.
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