Over this weekend, Claire attended a birthday party. Like many kid’s parties, the most amazing and awesome item of kiddom made an appearance. The bounce house was by far the mark of a fantastic party when I was a kid. They were the source of entertainment and games and at a party of 2nd graders was second only to the cake or goodie bags (depending on the kid).
Being at this party as an adult and having a child, I now understand the need for all of the ignored rules printed on the outside of the bounce house. If used incorrectly, these things can be death traps! I do NOT mean to speak ill of the hosts of the party. They were very good at monitoring the number of children inside the balloon of death, yet even with close monitoring, there were still injuries, still tears, and still upset preschoolers.
Kids were bouncing everywhere; into each other, into the walls, and onto the floor. They even seemed to be a little more crazed than usual. Claire came off of the thing with wild hair and a mischievous grin on her face. With this look I coined the phrase “bounce house crazy” to describe her look.
We have now received an invitation to yet another preschool birthday party. This time instead of a bounce house the kids are going ice skating… I can only imagine what is in store for these Florida kids when ice (something incredibly foreign to them) and blades enter the mix.