Dear Fisher Price Bounce House,
Ours is a surprising love story. Me, a wannabe sophisticate with a taste for minimalism and an aversion to somersaults. You, a garish red and yellow monstrosity powered by an always-on air blower.
And yet, here we are: an odd couple tethered together by a global pandemic and my off-the-walls children, who may or may not be turning more demonic with each day in quarantine.
It all started around day 20 of lockdown. The playgrounds were closed, the homeschool exhausting, the weather improving. And yet, my three- and five-year-old had no way to get out their energy. We let them ride scooters in front of the house, which worked for a few minutes…until somebody started walking towards us on the sidewalk and I had to scream my head off to get my kids to pull over. Have you ever slam tackled a preschooler on a balance bike? I have.