We have a really nice swing that was a gift from my aunt. (Thank you, Stacey.) I mean really nice. So nice that Nathan doesn't want to swing in it. Lovely, huh? I am hoping that he will grow to love it.
Meanwhile, he loves the Fisher Price swing that Meme got as a hand-me-down from Kim, her neighbor. (Thank you, Kim.) He swings in it. He sleeps in it. He stares at you in it. The boy really loves this swing.
I have no idea what the difference is, but Nathan sure does. Maybe he'll tell me one of these days.
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