A few weeks before we packed out from Virginia, on an evening when Mitch was away on a TDY, I decided to have a glass of wine. Or two. Maybe two and a half. At which point my teenager suggested I buy a trampoline to bring to Brazil. And even though I've never even considered letting my children play on a trampoline (I'm the mom who makes them wear helmets while sledding), at that moment it sounded like a GREAT idea. So I ordered one right then and there, as per my child's instruction, lest I
The only problem is, when the boys saw the safety net, they immediately both had one thought.