Our crooked and weathered swing set has finally been getting some use after a long winter. I tried to reinforce one of the broken swings yesterday with zip ties (getting seriously annoyed that Abby kept telling me to “go get dad because he can do it!”), which only resulted in the swing breaking (of course) and Oliver landing on his head. Don’t worry, he’s fine.
My smart boy grabbed some of his carabiners and remedied the situation pretty ingeniously. His swing kicks are awesome.
Sending love and prayers to Boston.
In our family, no one would have said ‘Go get dad’… or Mom. It would have been more like, ” call someone to come and fix it.” Looks like Oliver got it right.