Back again.

It's another wickedly humid day here, so while Daniel is,  it is to be hoped, napping I thought I'd take James back to the Trampoline Museum. I had expected it to be really busy but it's not too terribly crazy.   Completely unexpected was running into Valrica and her family in the lobby. It's their first time here so they're trapped in the waiver-filling-out line, probably for the next hour, if memory serves. At least that is how it felt the first time we were here and James just wanted to get jumping.

I've had a few Daniel-isms I intended to write about and there is a lot I should say about the trip to Saunders' Farm last week,  but I'll keep this short since I still need to be watching James in all his adventuresome bouncing.

Several weeks back this started and it's probably the way of things from now on.  Each time a song starts that Daniel knows he will tell me:

"Daddy? It's the Itsy Bitsy Spider!"
"Daddy? It's the ABC's!"

And so on.  All good. I confirm or correct him as appropriate and if I correct him he'll amend his statement before proceeding.

But if I should forget myself and start to sing along? I may get one full line before:

"Daddy stoooop!"

Tough crowd.

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