Yesterday, my daughter had a friend over after school. They went outside to play, causing my 4 year old son to have a sobbing fit. He was crying so hard I couldn't figure out what the problem was.
Finally he said softly, "I don't want them to swing on John".
He has named his favorite swing "John", and apparently has sharing issues.
My daughter is reading this over my shoulder and informing me that she named her favorite swing "Lucky".
I'm sorry to report my childhood was woefully bereft of swings with proper names.