Fwing

My daughter has a thing with the letter "S" in front of a consonant.  With "SW" it becomes "F" so she likes to "fwing" or go "fwimming."  But our dog Skippy is just Sippy.  Makes no sense to me but she appears in all other ways normal so I'm sure it's just a quirky two year old thing.  Back to the fwing.  A few months ago the rope holding it to the tree got frayed (from so much use) so we told her we couldn't use it until my brother came to fix it.  We dared not attempt this fix ourselves as my husband is not handy (see story where he mowed the starter cord off the mower as proof) and it was just one more project I didn't want.  Well we didn't know how good we had it in those days of swing broken-ness.  Because my brother fixed it and now from the time she gets up in the morning until she goes to bed her free moments are spent longingly looking out the back door saying "outside, fwing?" or spending a ridiculous amount of time swinging.  What's a ridiculous amount of time you ask?  Oh, so much that the person PUSHING her gets dizzy and has to call for back up.  

My friend's husband is an engineer and at the birthday party the other day I begged him to devise an automatic solution to the swing.  So the swing is today's thing that doesn't suck.  Doesn't suck being a relative term.  It surely doesn't suck for the swing's occupant.  If you're the pusher, well, that's another story.