So during my recent spring break jaunt down to my folks’ home in Texas, my sister told me about this new place she thought the kids would love: Jumpstreet, an indoor trampoline park.
“Sounds great!” I said.
So off we went.
Upon arriving, I was so impressed by the setup that I went ahead and got an wristband for myself too. I mean, why should my offspring have all the fun? And why would I pass up an opportunity to embarrass them?
My sister watched skeptically as I bounced.
And then she raced off to get her own wristband.
Jen and I had a blast. But we quickly learned that jumping on a trampoline as adults — and after a couple of pregnancies to boot — differs greatly from jumping on a trampoline during those limber days of childhood.
Not only were there a few near misses when it came to injuries, we experienced a most unpleasant realization …
You see, despite many potty breaks, we still found it necessary to bounce with our legs pressed together, for fear of embarrassing ourselves rather than the children.
Because after a couple of kids? Well, the internal organs just ain’t where they used to be.
And now, I present to you a video of my trampoline race with the E-man.
Because truly, I have no shame.