Anything that rocks or swings back and forth or makes any sort of movement is a seesaw…GOT IT?
And because of this, and because of my daughter’s love for all things seesaw, and because our neighbors suck and have a 9 month old and they bought a swing and then invited LF over to swing in it, I am going out to get one of these:
(You too can own a seesawseesawseesaw here!)
AFTER WORK!
DO NOT PASS GO!
DO NOT COLLECT $200!
JUST GO TO THE FRIGGIN TOYS R US AND GET ONE…because gaaaaaaaahhhh…must have, need, want, NOW WOMAN!!!…if only to keep LF from melting into a puddle in the middle of the road as she coerces me out into the street as if she wants to take a walk but as we pass the neighbor’s house she wants to “seesawseesawseesaw”!!! And no…we can not go on that swing, it’s not ours and our neighbors are hermits and don’t come outside except that one time they did and they let LF swing and now she’s all swing, all the time and I’m not helping ourselves to their swing no matter how much they don’t use it…GDI!!! DAMN NEIGHBORS AND THEIR DAMN SEESAWSEESAWSEESAW…Dont’ you see our really awesome sky chair hanging from the tree? Why don’t you want to lay on that instead? Grrrrrrrrr!!!
