Ghetto Swing

So we figured out that there's a park like two or three blocks from our house. We're trying to walk a little every night and thought it would be fun to see if they had an infant swing. We walk up to the park and I see one and decide we should swing her. As we get closer to the swing we see that its rather old and a little scary...but it looks safe and everything so I get her out of the stroller and put her in it. Matt's like, "Wait, has she had a tetanus shot?" OK, its not going to stab her so I'm like, "she'll be fine." He kills me some times! The swing is in a rather questionable neighborhood...for example the little girl we met was named Mariah and had a buzz cut on the sides of her hair and a curly pony tail sticking out the back. Her mommy was a large woman in a tube top and her daddy was a very thin man with a mowhawk and questionable number of teeth. Am I painting the picture? Matt calls them "peasants." Isn't he kind? Let's just say on our walk today we're going to travel up town and see if the nice park has baby swings too.