When I got home from work this afternoon, Jack and Eva wanted to play "Mommy is a Jungle Gym."
Although I usually end up kicked in the face on multiple occasions, battered and bruised, I'm usually ok with this little game. It makes the kids very happy and since I'm always trying to find ways to get though the 5:30-7:00pm "witching hour", I agreed today.
What does "Mommy is a Jungle Gym" entail? Let's tackle Mom. Let's smack Mom with a pillow. Let's try to hang on to Mom's legs while she tries to walk away. Let's tag team dangling from Mom's appendages.
Anyway, back to the bed. Mommy is a Jungle Gym led to a pretty raucous game of hide and seek. I'm a great hider. The kids are horrible seekers.
Jack found me on the bed and went to jump on top of me. When I leapt to catch him to prevent his 45lb solid body from landing on my head, I landed on the corner of our bed. CRASH!
Broken.
I broke my own bed while playing with the kids today. Not a little bit broken. REALLY broken. Like Jon's sleeping on the couch because he will roll off the bed broken. Like we need a new bed broken.
Bummer.
3 comments:
Aww.So cute.
Krisen broke the bed playing "fun" mom with the kids.
Secret message. Z.E. is a fruit.
Yeah, like a crunchy apple you can just bite into.
That is funny. I hope Jon was able to fix it....at least temporarily.
I got a bloody nose once from jungle gym mommy game at our house. Those girls are rough!
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