Going to bale hay for Dad. It’s all smiles and laughs until the baler plugs up, mom swears (or maybe she doesn’t), and tells the kids to be quiet so she can figure out which button to push first.

Dad runs up with obscure hand gestures of what mom is supposed to do–looks suspiciously like motions for reverse driving. Cue another under-the-breath curse as mom lifts the baler, shifts to reverse, and finally realizes Dad is signing turn the PTO back on.

Mom wonders why the girls fairly hurl themselves from the new tractor to ride in the old one with the more calm and confident and practiced driver, Dad.

And she resolves to never swear again. She keeps this resolution until conned into driving tractor again.