Flashing back to the Lamaze class reunion last Sunday:

Catherine (the hostess) has a mini-Moonwalk in the basement for her kids. It's one of those inflatable pits that kids can jump around in. The other kids took to it like fish to water. Veronica, not so much. I asked her if she wanted to go in "the jumping room" and she said no. Later, the conversation went something like this, as she continued playing with Melanie's toy kitchen:

Me: Do you want to go into the jumping room now?

Veronica: No.

M: Are you sure? Looks like a lot of fun...

V: No.

M: It's just like jumping on the bed, Veronica! You like jumping on the bed, don't you?

V: No.

M: Yes you do! You jump on the bed all the time!

V: No. Beds are for sleeping, not for jumping.

And that was the end of THAT. Good lord.

And no, she never went into "the jumping room." (sigh)