Like his dad he’s completely unreadable. You just can’t tell what he’s thinking!
See, the problem with this swing is that once you put him in it he never wants to get out. Never ever. Oh, he gets bored, especially if you stop pushing him, but that doesn’t mean he wants to get off. I’ve been working on teaching him to power the swing himself, just like he can rock himself in the rocking chair, but he’s not having any of it. Last night after about twenty minutes in the swing he was leaning forward, boneless with boredom, so I took him out. The next few minutes were spent crying next to the swing, huge, gigantic tears of swing-less sadness.
Which is all the more the pity since he turned 20 months yesterday: happy 20th, Zane O!