What’s better than a party on the weekend? A party with a bounce house!
In celebration of my newly-four-year-old buddy’s birthday, his awesome mom and dad sequestered a bouncy house for him. Is it bounce house or bouncy house? I’m not sure, so I’ll use both.
I had already asked for “adult swim” time in the house and was told to help myself. And when those stupid kids–I mean charming young tiny people who follow directions really well–went running for the piñata, I knew it was my chance. I took of my shoes and crawled in. Which was no easy feat because the door was, well, four-year-old-sized.
And whilst the little kiddies swarmed the piñata that had to be torn apart by an adult (has it ever happened any other way?) Auntie Jen got some activity points.
Eventually the kiddies joined me and I managed to only kick one of them in the head very lightly, followed by making some sort of explosion noise and an exclamation of “Awesome!” which made said child refrain from crying. Thank God. That would have been REALLY embarrassing. I did choose to forgo the candy ring pop like the rest of my bouncy-house inhabitants. Which allowed me room for a funfetti cupcake with blue icing later. Yum!
I think this might be the newest workout craze. Well minus the ring-pops and the funfetti cupcakes.