Last you all begin to think that I have forgotten what this blog is really supposed to be about, i.e., updating family and friends on Vivian's adventures in childhood, I offer you...ta dum...the bouncy castle! No fancy-shmancy photography here, just good, old-fashioned snapshots of a kid having fun.
A couple of weeks ago a new bouncy castle appeared at the marina adjacent to the dock where we store our boat, as a promotion for a new shopping center. One day while Bruce and Rob were out sailing, my chum Kylie and I took the kids on a walk to the bouncy castle, which with kids is about a 10 minute walk from our house. Between Kylie and myself, our Chinese language skills equal that of about one Chinese preschooler. We used these advanced skills to ask about tickets. We easily learned the price, but finding the location at which to purchase was an entirely different matter. It took us SIX sequential stops, asking where to buy tickets, to finally find the tiny little ticket counter, which was a child's play table in the back corner of a toy store hidden in the bowels of the basement. Brilliant marketing: we had to drag three children all the way through the toy department in order to buy tickets for the castle two floors up.
But it was worth it. Vivi loved the slide, despite a bit of initial hesitation.
Nothing more fun than a crash landing!
