Yesterday, I trampolined. With NJ (Niece J) and NTY (Nephew The Younger) and my Mom, aka "Nana".
We were out at NJ and NTY's new house in the country, and it turns out that when you leave the city limits, your inhibitions are left behind too, and you can be almost 38 years old, flying around on a trampoline, having an intergenerational game of "Butt Wars".
What's that? You're not familiar with Butt Wars?
I can't imagine why. Where's your inner child? Oh, that's right, it's trapped in the city limits.
OK, here is how Butt Wars works.
Everyone jumps on the trampoline, feeling graceful, looking awkward. Oh wait, it's only the grown-ups that look awkward. Never mind.
So we all jump ... and then in mid-jump, you change position so that your next bounce is on your derriere ... your be-hind ... your "butt" as it were.
Here's the clincher - you can't just LAND. You must bounce, change position in mid-jump again, and land on your feet ... then on your butt ... then on your feet ... and whoever can do it the longest wins.
I think NTY is still bouncing. Nana and I were eliminated very quickly.
But still, it was really a lot of fun!
