So we caved. We could not find anything to help you jump that was not ridiculously hideous. This thing we bought is actually the least hideous one. It plays music and you can spin in it and it is about as big as a Miata. But you love it. This afternoon I brought you out into the warm, summer air and you jumped while the sun peeked through the trees.
You love it out there. (Yes, you have to stand on a pillow because your mother is a midge.)
You even stopped jumping long enough for me to get a close up.
A good Wednesday.