Keeping up with the Joneses

Can you tell what this is out my dining room window?  

I'm frightened.  

Not because I'm scared of the injury that may be inflicted upon my child on such a contraption,  but because my child will be able to see it from my dining room window.  Can you guess what he's going to ask for for his birthday?  Can you guess what he's going to want to do everyday from now until snowfall?  Can you guess what the first words out of his mouth every morning will be?  Can you guess what will interrupt our mealtimes with pleas to go play with the neighbors?  Can you guess where I will find my child when I call for him and he doesn't answer?  

I can.

I'm frightened.