We received a bouncer for Eva as a gift. Once assembled, I took it downstairs. We’d bring it up when she was old enough to use it. As I walked down the stairs awkwardly, I pictured tumbling down the stairs being impaled by this crazy thing, and what my tombstone would say.
“Here lies Scott, killed by a bouncer”
“No, a bouncer for a baby”
“No, a baby bouncer”
OK, a Baby Einstein Musical Motion 2 in 1 Stationary Jumper & Entertainer