Three Happy People on a SeeSaw

While Michael toured D.C. a couple of weeks ago on a business trip, Sam and I spent the week in my equally exciting hometown of Jasper.

I mean, does D.C. have a Gammi and a Grandaddy who will not only seesaw with you, but also let your momma take a picture of them seesawing with you?

Or help you climb the wrong way up a slide over and over and over again?

Or swing with you? 

Or push you waaaaay high in the baby swing? 

Bonus: There is also an old twisty slide that goes way faster than the stupid new plastic ones. 

Nope. It does not. Jasper wins.