The patio swing I bought when I lived in Savoy has swung its last. The rust got the best of it. Alex was less disappointed than I thought he would be, in part because taking apart the swing and building a castle out of the parts was way too much fun. He was so concerned about the castle getting blown down in the wind that when I put him to bed he asked me to check on it and then asked me if I would check on it again in the morning before it was time for him to get up.
He also was very helpful in the assembly department when we brought home a new patio set. It was the first time he used a real wrench, and he was super psyched about that.