Once again art imitates life. I did pull into my driveway one afternoon to find 11 year old Darren as this photo depicts.
Once my heart returned from my mouth, I had him park the tractor and meet me in the den.
By this point in time of our little family, I had introduced a little ashwood paddle just for him as I was tired of wearing out my hand on his way too adventurous butt. It stung like holy hell but left nothing but redness after the fact; he hated it enough that he finally started settling down a bit.
He did indeed want to show me that he could do the job as well as his brothers and I did praise him for the effort on that front, BUT he failed to keep his feet covered and disobeyed. He knew he was toast. He looked at me kind of scared and asked, "strop, dad?". I didn't have the heart; but I did paddle him pretty well for this.
Perhaps I did over react, but like Katz, I grew up with some dangerous equipment, and at the farm safety was stressed pretty hard (and I have the scars to prove it). I did let him use the lawn tractor after that though with proper safety equipment.