I want to ask you what is more fun than jumping on your parents bed? I totally used to do it, all the time (sorry mom), flipping and flopping like I was on a trampoline. Screaming out and laughing. When g. is on my bed flapping around I just can't stop her. So as I was manically racing through my morning panicking about all the stuff we needed to get done, we stopped to do some gymnastics on the old Sealy and somehow it put the day in perspective. c.