The magic touch

My mom has been telling Sofia how Mommy had a monkey swing when she was little, and Sofia, of course, decided that life would not be complete without having one. So when Papa came home with a monkey swing, she waited (almost) patiently all day for Papa to put it up in the tree for her. As soon as she woke up this morning, and saw it was ready, she had to try it out. Judging by the look on her face, it wasn't as fun as she expected! Of course, it was Mommy who was helping her swing, so when she didn't like it, she decided it must be my fault. She told me she wanted Papa to help her. Fine. And funny thing is, when Papa helped her, she like it. Ah, the magic touch of a grandpa.