the pleasantest thing ever a boy could do

Our Captain has an obsession.
Big time.



This boy loves to swing.
And after I failed to talk Mr Renn into jumping all over a free swingset on craigslist (it was free on the condition that you disassemble and relocate it yourself, and he was not up for that hulabaloo) I went for the next best thing and bought a swing at Ikea and rigged it in our largest backyard tree.



I think this boy would sit on that swing all day long if he could find someone to push him that long.
But, since nobody's that available around these parts, we compromise.  It looks like this: