Blythe and I were in the basement last week just lounging on a gray morning. She disappeared behind the couch, and after a few minutes I heard her playing with her old bouncy chair which she sometimes still enjoys. I became engrossed in the spelling bee semi-finals (I know - sounds super geeky. But, the spelling bee is hilarious. That statement sounds so oxymoronic, but it's the truth!) Anyway, I started to hear her shout "I want in!" to which I would then reply "Oh, honey, you're too big for that toy." This went on for several minutes until I heard her start to give me the frustrated whimper at which point I went to investigate. Here's what I found.

I don't know how she managed to get herself into the seat, but notice the immense effort being put forth by the bouncy ropes to keep child off the ground.