Piper’s daddy returned from California today with tales of his gorgeous hotel accommodations. It’s never really what you want to hear about as the partner that stayed home, but Piper was only concerned with one amenity. At dinner, Dad shared all the grueling details of his trip.
“The hotel was amazing. You would have loved it, honey,” he began. “There was a beach promenade for running.”
“Was there a bouncy house?” Piper asked.
“No bouncy house, but there was a yoga studio in the hotel and a Starbucks.”
“Was there a bouncy house in the Starbucks?”
“No. There wasn’t, but there was a beautiful wine bar on the balcony and outdoor cafes. Oh, and there was a frozen yogurt place in the lobby.”
“Did the lobby also have a bouncy house?”
“It didn’t, but you could walk on the beach anytime.”
“Was there a bouncy house on the beach?”
You already know the answer. It seems that a good hotel really only needs one thing. A little bounce.
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I used to love a little bounce, too. Now if I swing for too long, jump on a trampoline with the kids for safety purposes, or even attempt a cartwheel, I don’t feel so good. It’s not fair. Oh to be a Piper!
It would be so cool to have a bouncy house room with a bouncy bed, bureau, and chair. If you accidentally fell out of bed, you could bounce. Piper has the right idea.
That is your meal ticket right there!! Bouncy house hotels. I mean, come on! This kid is genius!