Late September, and birthday parties are back in bloom. We attended one about a month ago, and stayed a frantic and uncomfortable 20 minutes before Isaac insisted on leaving. But, optimasochists that we are, we thought we'd try this one: at Lemos Farm in Half Moon Bay, which, along with Train Town in Sonoma and Children's Fairyland in Oakland, is now one of our favorite places. So we thought we'd drive down Highway 1, stop at a farm stand on the way back, make a day of it. What could happen?
When we got there, I quickly noted the presence of two bounce houses, those evil, billowing abodes of doom, and immediately flashed back to a birthday party three years ago when Isaac, still preverbal and terrified, wailed loudly until it was well out of sight and earshot.
This time, he sauntered by and casually announced that he wanted to go in. Ha, I thought. Never happen. The photo is irrefutable proof that i was wrong, wrong, wrong. He did, in fact, go into the bounce house and bounce his little heart out. Not once, not twice, but three times, in three different bounce houses. They were loud, crowded and chaotic, but he didn't care. He bounced, and fell, and bounced again.
My heart bounced a little too.