Gertie loves to bounce. On anything. Bouncy castles and trampolines are good, but a bed or a pillow will do as a last resort. The best bouncy thing in the world though, is the 'jumpy pillow' at our local adventure farm park. There is a toddler version and then a bigger one for older children (and grown-ups...)
We were there for a little while at the weekend, and as usual, Gertie headed straight for the jumpy pillow where she spent a good hour, jumping. UP and DOWN. Up and Down. Up and Down. I have no idea where she gets the energy - or what the fascination is. Surely after five minutes the novelty should wear off?
Anyway, whilst bouncing, she made 'friends' with another little girl who apparently shared her penchant for all things springy, and they leapt around together for ages, with little communication other than giggles when they both contrived to fall down on the same bounce.
Eventually it was time to leave, and I had to drag Gertie away. Her new-found-friend waved us off, sadly. "Bye then, little girl," she sniffed. (They hadn't got around to exchanging names.) And then, very politely, "It was nice bouncing with you."
I was left reflecting on the happy simplicity of relationships between two-year-olds.