The grownups call you their Bouncing Baby Boy. Perhaps its because of the way you bounce in your crib when you want out, knowing all too well that babies aren't allowed to talk in this house. Or maybe it’s due to how you bounce in frustration while strapped in your highchair as you watch Mommy take big bites of her steak in between pushing another heaping spoonful of bland baby food into your mouth. Another reason may be the way you’re often sent off to bounce in the inflatable castle the adults rent for the bimonthly backyard BBQ they throw so your former big-boy friends can see just how far you’ve fallen into your new infantile lifestyle. It could also come down to the fact that the grownups always put you in your baby-bouncer as they enjoy some “adult time” together, spurred on by your futile attempts to free yourself. More than likely, it’s because of Daddy’s habit of bouncing you on his knee after you've make dirty diapers for him like a good baby. Then again, maybe it’s just a cute reference to the way you bounce against the restraints of your stroller during your daily locked & plugged “outdoor enrichment time” on the bumpy cobblestone walking path at the local park. With any luck, you’ll figure it out tomorrow, when the bouncing starts all over again…
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