What I learned today was that these legs were made for jumping. We had a party tonight for all of Wyatt’s friends and their parents, and Quinn and Charlie were there too, although they slept through the whole thing. But for me, Hot Mama set up the Jolly Jumper, and I jumped and jumped and jumped and jumped for about two straight hours. Uncle Erik and Uncle Dimes and Uncle Mark and Uncle Jason were amazed at my vertical hop and boundless energy. But that’s what happens when you’re born with magical springs in your legs.
I can’t wait to hit my head on the ceiling.