This morning, while Mom was folding laundry, I snuck into her room and stared at the big, bouncy bed.
It looked so soft and springy that I couldn’t help myself—I jumped right in the middle!
Boing! I bounced up high, then higher, my arms flying and my giggles filling the room.
Pillows flew, blankets flipped, and I did a silly spin in the air.
Just as I was about to do a super jump, Mom peeked in with a surprised smile.
She shook her head and said, “Okay, just five more bounces!”
I counted each one out loud, landing with a happy flop on the last.
Jumping on the bed felt like flying, and Mom’s laugh made it even better.