Being a stay-at-home dad was great — more time with the kids, with the freedom to garden, make retaining walls, and give the little ones a bit of ‘hands on’ experience in the great outdoors. That last plus, of course, came with its drawbacks.
Having a dedicated ‘Terrifying Tuesday’, when we would up the ante with how high I pushed them on the swing, drag them around on the sled at high speed, or let them play with a hammer and drill, did not impress my parents when they visited.
All this freedom and my relaxed attitude came back to bite me one day when I was line trimming. My two kids, aged six and eight, were happily playing in the playground — or so I thought. Suddenly, a strange sight caught my eye. My ride-on lawn-mower, which I kept under the deck, was moving.
