I have the power to make my son laugh uncontrollably. I can make him smile so long his face hurts. I can make him squeal with happiness. I can give him great joy. And then I can make him turn from all smiles to screaming in horror in one second. Maybe two. All it takes is one sentence: "All done with the swings". Oh, the horror. Oh, the carnage. Oh, the tears.
But we still feel lucky to have gotten this rusty, old, jem of a swing set for FREE off Craigslist. Yeah us!
(The neighbors are under the blue spot - I didn't know if they'd appreciate a picture of themselves on the internet so I spotted them out. Man, I have mad Photoshop skills.)
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