“Faster!” That’s what you’ll hear if you are lucky enough to push Wesley on a swing these days. He wants those chains to get as close to perpendicular with the ground as possible.
Our local park has lots of metal and plastic things to climb on, over, through and down. And a steering wheel, which Wes says “is broken” (i.e. the Jungle Gym does not respond as it should when he’s at the wheel.)
Going to the park is discussed daily. Wesley’s laughter there is infectious – like the bacteria all over the slides and swings, I suspect. We have a great time here, plus, climbing around the park helps prevent climbing the walls at home.