The bouncy castle.
How often have we beheld one rising in its multicolored puffy glory, tethered to the tramped-on grass with cords and a machine with a fan running loud and hot to keep the bounce in the castle?
Charlie would stare wide-eyed and he’d walk over quickly, his hand in Jim’s. This being a couple of years ago, he was still learning the concept of “waiting” and walked right to the front of the line—-at the entrance of the castle—-and would not budge. (So we had some explaining to do.) When it was finally his turn, Charlie was ecstatic for maybe …read more