Lesson not really learned

So I feel that all people should have a healthy respect for their lawnmowers. They are potentially dangerous machines. This philosophy is reinforced by the fact that my grandmother lost the top half of two fingers to a lawn mower. My grandma is awesome and I have always kinda liked the uniqueness of her missing fingers. It has never seemed to stop her, she is an amazing seamstress and can shuffle and deal a deck of cards better then any person I have ever met. But I imagine that if you asked her she would probably say the lawnmower experience was unpleasant and would also suggest caution around the machines. (Although seriously how rude of a question would that be?)

So a few weeks ago I was outside with Max while Jeff was mowing the law. I tried to use the time as a teaching experience and told Max about my grandma. It didn't quite turn out like I had planned. First off, Max doesn't understand the concept of Great Grandparents, so now he thinks that my mom is missing fingers. Then about ten minuets later he started singing this bizarre song, "Grandma Tobler lost her fingers and she needs to find them." (All this to the tune of Old MacDonald.) I was so torn between how hilarious and awful this song was, and he just kept singing it to himself for the rest of the week. So even though I tried again to explain things, he seems a bit confused. I imagine he will be even more so when my parents show up next month and he sees that my mom has all her fingers.