This past weekend, I got to make my way over to my brother Jeremy's house in North Raleigh. I try to do this AT LEAST every 2 weeks, if not more. I try to take advantage of the fact that I live in the same town as them and also that I get the opportunity to watch my niece and nephew grow up.
Anyway, so I went over there on Sunday afternoon to find my brother out in the driveway putting together a mini-trampoline set. I came to discover that the manufacturers basically force all trampolines to have a net around it so that the kids don't jump off or fall off. Oh, the luxuries that we didn't have growing up. Honestly, you haven't lived until your siblings send you 25 feet up into the air only to land OFF the trampoline. I've only heard stories about me being little and being a little bit of a crybaby at that, but I can about guarantee that I cried for a minimum of 2 hours when that happened. And I'm pretty sure it happened more than once… although my memory escapes me. Wonder why? Maybe the net is a stellar idea afterall. Ok, focus..
So I stroll up to find him putting this thing together, and of course my 3 year old niece Kirsten is sitting in her little pink princess chair just watching Jeremy put it together piece by piece. It was odd because normally this child never sits still.. but anyway, it was an observation. And then I look to my right to find my 4 (almost 5) year old nephew Brayden stooped down next to some bricks… out in the open pretty much. Which leads to:
H: "Bray, what are you doing?"
B: "Hiding from you."
H: "Um. We need to work on that."
Fast forward about 20 minutes and finally Jeremy's masterpiece is complete and the kids begin to get SO excited because they're so close to getting to try it out! There's a weight limit on this thing because it's just for kids (wah, wah, wah) and it says no more than 100 lbs should be on it. Brayden says to me "Man, I wish you could get on it with us." I say "I know, but you heard your daddy… I'm too big to get on there, remember?"
Brayden: "Yeah… and too fat."
