It took me three kids to finally figure it out, but now I know the secret to toddler entertainment. Just put an old crib mattress on the floor, and let the kid go. If you don’t believe me, here’s the proof:
Yep, I have no problem finding humor at my 3-year-old’s expense. She usually has much more coordination than her Mom, but not tonight. It may have had something to do with her forgoing her nap today. Carrie couldn’t get enough of using this old mattress as her personal trampoline. It never got old for her, and she jumped and jumped and jumped, until she finally fell down.
She’d then get right back up, and do it again.
As a parent to one kid, I never would have allowed this to happen. As a parent to two kids, highly unlikely as well, but now that I’ve got three rugrats, not only do I allow this, but I also find it hilarious. I know the likelihood of her actually getting hurt beyond a skinned knee is slim to nil. The mattress is maybe a foot to a foot-and-a-half off the floor. The mattress also means I can read a Chelsea Handler book without having to get off the couch. Notice the other two kids are nowhere in sight to body slam her, which could also cause some injury. I may be lazy, but I’m not stupid. I’m also pretty sure that mattress is not going to be moving out of our family room anytime soon.