Boing! Boing!

Remember the inflatable clowns that stand about four foot high and is weighted in the bottom so you could punch them and they would bounce back up? Darren was an inflatable clown Sunday morning.

He managed to shove his skinny little legs in between the two couch cushions up to his knees. He would fall forward on his face while saying "bounce" and then he would get up into a standing position and then fall backwards saying "bounce." The harder Bruce and I laughed, the faster he would go. Bruce and I both said that he was acting like the punching bag clowns. He is definitely our little trouble-maker.