
Eighteen months ago, we bought a trampoline. It’s been a great purchase and we’re really lucky to have a garden with plenty of space for one. Naturally, with COVID we’ve spent a great deal of time in the garden over the last 7 months and non-Ninja Anna, being the fab mum that she is, will often be found bouncing on the trampoline with the kids. One day, they noticed something special and a theory was born.
The observation: when Mum bounces and lands on her bum (bouncing up in that cool trick thing people can do, that if I try just ends up with me flat on my backside looking silly) the netting on the trampoline dipped further than normal.
The theory: Older = bigger. Bigger = heavier. Therefore, older = heavier. And the dip in a trampoline was directly proportional to the bouncer’s weight.
The hypothesis: When mum reaches the age of 30 (which she did in July) her size will have increased to such an extent that bouncing onto her bum will result in her bum touching the floor!
The kids communicated this logical theory, which they thought signalled their Mum out as the coolest Mum ever. I mean, they don’t know any other Mum’s who can make a trampoline touch the floor right? Little did they realise that what they were actually suggesting was: “Mum, when you’re 30 you’ll be fat and you’re life will be over.” This is what every 29 year old woman wants and needs to hear right?
They meant well at least.
Phil
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