As per usual on a Wednesday during the holidays, the local bouncy castle madness is up and running at full throttle. My daughter is also at full throttle and cannot decide whether she wants to laugh or cry, either way she knows one thing that she won’t do for sure and that’s queueing to take her turn. Paul and I have both held her whilst waiting for her turn upon the activities, each time we’ve tried as we might to hold her back as she screams, wriggle’s desperately and cries to get her way onto the almighty blow up slide before anyone …
