Alex and I went to the playground yesterday. He'd point at a piece of equipment and look at me. I'd say "go on", and he'd run to it and play. Then he'd get bored, look around, and find a new piece of equipment. Point. Look. "Go on". Run.
He decided he was going to climb up the slides. Not the ladder part, oh no. The slippery part. All of them, starting on his left, working his way to the right. That ended up being more work for Pappa than originally expected. He couldn't generate enough friction to avoid sliding back down, so I provided a foot platform or a handhold every 12 inches or so. For an hour.
Momma will get some pictures posted in a few hours, right Momma?