One afternoon last week I walked into Adam's bedroom while I was talking on the phone. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Adam leap from the top of his six-foot loft bed, clear the two feet of air between beds and slam with a bounce, whooping with laughter, on the mattress in Brandt's crib.
We had a little talk about safety, appropriate behavior, and the backyard trampoline.
That night I went to cover a sleeping Brandt with a blanket before I headed off to bed and I noticed that the board that supports the mattress, which seemed fine when I put him to bed, was tilted and gravity had rolled Brandt headfirst into the lowest corner of the mattress. I pulled him out of bed so Mitch could straighten the board, which, at his touch fell straight through to the ground. I'm glad we spared Brandt the rude awakening.
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