Last night, I went to my favorite park with my grandsons, which is just a couple of blocks from their home. We walked the paths, and they played on the playgound equipment, which includes a rope climbing apparatus with a crow's nest at the top. The ropes are a little bit far apart, and while my smallest grandson was able to climb up and pull himself into the house, he was afraid to get back out of it. He had a toy in one hand, and loose sandals on his feet, and he didn't quite trust himself to reach the first rope without falling. So he called me to help him, confident that I would take care of him and all would be well.
