Our baby swing broke this morning while Emma was mid-swing. It snapped at the hinges and she abruptly dropped to the floor. She made a face like she was about to holler, but then stopped and looked around as if to say, “whatever this works too”. And she just sat in the swing on the floor until we were ready to leave. That’s my girl, roll with it and we’ll get along alright.
The swing was a hand-me-down when we got it for JJ. Then it was worked to the bones through all the boys, the other kids I watch and several 3 and 4 year olds that took it for a ride every now and again. It had a good long life.
