I'm sure that you parents of unusually large children have your fair challenges associated with such an affliction, but being the mom of some wee lads, I must say that sometimes being short really stinks. Like Owen, this weekend, when his father took all but our oldest (who was on a campout) to a jumpy trampoline place. Owen is almost 7 years old and in first grade, but he is short. In an effort to torture all little people, Owen was about 2 inches shy of the requirement to participate in the actual, made for kids and not toddlers apparatice. Bummer. He was not impressed. His sense of adventure and fun is not equivalent to his height. It is equivalent to his age and grade. Think of "Finding Nemo" when his dad suggests that he go play with the toddlers in the baby playground. In this story, Owen is Nemo and his father is "the man" who owns the establishment and doesn't want to get sued. I would love to do a Disneyland trip sometime soon, but that aint happening bc as disappointing as "Get Air" was, I can't imagine how much that disappointment would intensify at what is supposed to be the Happiest Place on Earth (if you'r average to tall... Disney should include that snarky bit in the title, because it's true.) Bummer.
Ryan didn't take any pics of trampoline place, but got a few of the home Depot kids craft project: Book Ends.
Owen looks great in his apron.
Annie loves crafts! I'm sure she had a blast. I was teaching my cooking class whilst Ryan manned the troops. They had a great time with Dad.
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