“Boy, that’s not going to work,” Rex said, watching his son try one of his brilliant ideas.
“Sure it will, Dad. I know what I’m doing.”
Rex sighed as he watched his son try to start the lawnmower. After a few minutes debating, he gave up trying to talk sense and intended to let nature take its course.
“Look, kid, I think you’re—”
“Dad! I got this. Seriously.”
Sam continued pulling the chord. After a few tries and curses from Sam, Rex pointed to the gas can. “Been trying to tell you it needs gas, dumbass.”
“I knew that.”