Sand Trap

And what was Fenna doing when the others were in the swings? Not swinging, that's for sure! Ten seconds was enough to thoroughly convince us all -- and everyone within about fifteen feet -- that Miss Fenna Does NOT Enjoy Swings.

Ooookay. We'll try swings another day. Meantime, I have three children in swings, and one loose canon baby who will either ... wander to the river, where she will fall in and drown; to the play structure, where she will fall down and do herself an injury; or direct into the path of a swing and get herself a fine old black eye.

What's a caregiver to do? Well, you make use of the resources provide, in this case, a sizeable crater carved into the sand by a bunch of industrious 8-year-olds, I'd bet. Take note of said crater, and drop baby into the deepest part of it, butt-first. At the very least, it'll take her long enough to struggle out of it that you have time to give the other children a good shove or two (on the swings).

And if a caregiver is very lucky, the baby might decide it's fun to be butt-stuck in a hole of dirt.

Because, you know, dirt!!!

And if a baby's lucky, her big brother might come along to further amuse her.

Free at last!!