What was he thinking?

A few weeks ago the temperature warmed up enough for the boys to play outside. It didn't take long for Ben to decide the temperature was not warm enough for him but Will chose to stay outside. You have to understand that when they are outside they sing, yell, and holler all the time so I pretty much just ignore it. With the windows down I can't understand the exact words anyway.

I do glance out the window periodically when they play outside. The backyard is completely enclosed by a privacy fence so I don't worry about them too much. Mainly my glances are to make sure they aren't climbing over the fence (they've figured out how to stand on the top crossbar but not how to go over. Yet.).

On one of my glances I saw Will sitting in the infant swing yelling and crying. He had climbed into the swing and then strapped himself in and naturally could not undo the straps. Being the good momma that I am I immediately went out to rescue him. But not before I picked up the camera. = )

So, here you go. My 4.5 year-old son sitting in the infant swing. I have no idea what he was thinking.