Took my kid to his first “tumbling” class on Saturday. It was an absolute free-for-all.

I’m guessing there were about eight kids and twelve parents. All with our shoes off, walking on spongy mats, dodging happily rabid, joy-blind toddlers.

It was perhaps the most prolonged spate of fun I have ever had with my kid.

He jumped and ran and rolled and cartwheeled. I jumped and ran and rolled and…rolled.

And then they pulled out the gigantic inflatable caterpillar. It was awesome. It was twenty feet long. Big enough for two dads to stand up in. It was awesome. And it terrified my kid. He would not go into the horrific maw of the caterpillar. But he was concerned enough when I crawled through to move around it to meet me when I came out of the tail.

Then we ran again. It was hard not to push him to go in, but I didn’t and that felt good.

I went tumbling with great trepidation. “Hey, look at how quickly the fat guy broke the children’s trampoline.”

But, I am happy to say, I did not break the trampoline. And we both had the time of his life.

Tumble on!

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