My daughter loves to swing on things. The most common object to swing on is a swing. We do have a tire swing in the back yard, but mommy and daddy really get tired of pushing her and her big brother on the swing.
In the absence of actual swings, she finds other things to swing on. She grabs ahold of the edge of the dining table, lifts up her feet, and swings back and forth. That’s pretty much the only object she can swing on in the house.
When we head to the playground, she heads straight to the swings. As I mentioned, mommy and daddy get really tired of pushing her on the swing. We now do the automatic scan of the playground for other things that she can swing on.
Which led to this priceless moment with our neighbour down the street, who had joined us at the playground with her kids.
Husband: Are there any good swinging bars around here?
Me: I don’t see any.
Neighbour: What?! (Very odd look on her face).
Husband: What? Oooooh! Not that kind of swinging bar!
This may explain why we’re having trouble making friends out here.