- There are only ever two of the little kid swings. So there is always a sister on the ground throwing wood chips and spitting at the other two.
- It expends very little of their energy, but a lot of mine. This is in direct opposition to the reason we even go to a park.
- They want to swing for a long, long time. A long time. Yawn.
I also hate when people ask me why the twins aren't potty trained yet. And when Trevor doesn't reline the trashcan, and I don't realize it until I've dumped something goopy into it.
That is all I hate today.