When you turn one, everyone gives you things to push. Sometimes they are hippos, that you must navigate through a crowded party.
Sometimes, they are classic Ikea pushcarts, that you use to run over mom's toes.
And sometimes, the toy is a cleverly designed adult item, given to you by adults who want to train, or brainwash, you into loving mowing the lawn. As you can tell by this photo, he's not quite buying it. Although he does love the "glug, glug" gas sound.
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