We went to a birthday party at a trampoline park today. I made Brant sign the waiver because I couldn't handle reading the terrible things that happen from trampolines. Once I made it over that hurdle - we all had a great time. 90 minutes of jumping + pizza + cake = some very happy girls (Stella/pink pants, Fiona/black pants, Daphne purple/pants). 90 minutes with no injuries = one very happy mama.
On the way home a discussion in the car began about how everyone was unique and special. Daphne was talking about how she was special because she was the tallest. Fiona said she was special because she was the oldest. Then Stella piped up, talking about how she was special because she was in my belly the longest. She then started talking about how much fun she had in my belly all alone and how she stretched and danced and spun around. I was laughing so hard - who knew those three minutes would be so memorable for her :)
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