My boy adores his swing. It's his happy, safe place when someone is playing her bear shaped recorder a little too loud or is placing mounds of toys on his play mat while he's still playing on it. The swing brings him peace and rest and the animals that move about above him intrigue him to no end. Lakin was cool with the swing but did not love it with the same undying passion as her brother. This is where Ben does all his greatest thinking. He gives me a look when things get chaotic that says, "put me in that swing, pronto."