Hint, Hint

I mentioned that Margaret likes to push the swing as a suggestion.  She does this a lot, and she’s been doing it more and more.  Considering that I usually often take her outside so that she can run around and burn off energy so that she will nap properly, this fascination with the swing, lovely though it is, is somewhat counterproductive.  She seems to be unaware that the swing is for late afternoons, when she is bored with me but also winding down towards nighttime. 

You can see her quietly making her point.  There is a swing.  Things can go in the swing.  Margaret is a thing.  Ergo, Margaret could be in the swing.

Here it is again, a day later:

I’m beginning to feel that she may be too much a creature of habit.