I love a trampoline.

The only thing I love more than playing a solid game of "Crack the Egg" on the thing myself is watching my kids play on it. It is hilarious.

They fall down a lot. They both think they are jumping "so high," but the truth is despite the greatest of efforts their feet don't really leave the surface. It's great.

They both think I'm some sort of super hero because I have this magical ability to get my feet to rise up above the surface of the trampoline tarp when I jump.

But, by far, the best thing about trampoline time is Lila's sweet hair when we are done...


Keep it crazy, Lila. Keep it crazy.

Just another day Being Billingsley...