Tonight, we went to our neighborhood park. Once again, I’m kicking myself because of the lack of a camera on this particular visit.

This park contains all manner of playground equipment spread over a large area. Some of it is the newer, mostly plastic, post-lawsuit (trial lawyers rock — no kidding) stuff you see everywhere. And some of it — you know, the fun stuff — should be covered in warning signs.

There’s one piece in particular that gives me the hee-bee-jee-bees every time Butternut approaches it. It’s a hideous conglomeration of faded red plastic and steel in a weird trapezoidal shape with lots of places where metal bars cross at angles that don’t make sense to me. I supervise Butternut closely on this thing, and often kvetch to Pumpkin about it’s deathtrap nature.

Tonight, Butternut demonstrated that he could safely climb down from it.

We’ve officially demoted it to danger.