If Jungle Gyms Could Talk . . .

If jungle gyms could talk, I think I know what they would say, "Why is it that no matter where I am, what I'm wearing, with whom I'm interacting, or whether I'm clean or dirty, you feel the need to climb on me--three at a time? I love the attention. Wait. Am I really that much of a push-over? Is it really that hard to take me seriously? Now you're scratching the paint. I think you made a dent. Why is it that when your mommy comes to get you, you suddenly abandon me and run to her? What about repairs? Fine. Good-night. We'll do this again tomorrow."