Jump To It
With this trampoline, your child will explore new mischievous heights in no time.Had Mackenzie not been so stunned when her mother sternly inquired just what she thought she was doing, she probably would've been equally as confused by the ignorance of the question. It seemed like it should be obvious.
In fact, if she'd had the capacity to tell her, she probably would've have said something like:
"Well, Mom, I was playing in my room just a bit ago when I thought, 'You know what'd be good right now? A cookie. I could really go for a cookie.' The trouble with such a craving is two-fold.
"First, I know how you feel about cookies. You claim they ruin dinners, rot teeth, and are only to be enjoyed as a 'special treat' after I've achieved some unknown milestone that only you know about. When I considered all that, simply asking you for a cookie seemed rather pointless, which meant I'd have to figure out how to get one myself without your knowledge.
"Second, the cookie jar, as you are probably well aware, is located on the edge of that shelf that I can't reach. It's actually a little cruel when you think about it, because I can see the clown-shaped cookie captor smiling down on me whenever I walk into the kitchen, but there's no way I can get to the chocolate-chipped treasures within it. So even if I could somehow slip by you, say as you were pouring all the attention you used to give me before my baby brother was born into said baby brother, I'd still be out of luck.
"That is, until the Little Jumper Trampoline you see me standing on showed up.
"I mean, come on, Mom. This isn't rocket science. I figured with all the jumping up and down I do on this thing for fun and exercise, I could maybe get just high enough to grab the plastic clown jar and have a snack. And before you freak out, I had one hand on the cushioned handle the whole time. You'll be happy to know that, as it turns out, the trampoline doesn't quite propel me as high as I require, so I'm still not getting a cookie. I should, though, get kudos for the effort, and if that happens to involve a reward cookie, I'd be happy to receive it."
None of that happened. Instead, after a long silence, Mackenzie could only stare up at her frustrated mother with big doe-like eyes and say, "Uh, oh."