Bounceland Wonderland

Bronson Rehab had holiday night at Bounceland, and since Corey is one of their most consistent patients, we were all invited to go and bounce on large inflatable toys for two hours. After a dinner of Happy Meals in the car, we arrived at Bounceland early enough to get a parking spot; a feat which has never happened in all the years we've gone to this event.

Corey and his PT, Becky, in the bouncy.

The boys played hard for an hour, and Corey took the time to antagonize his physical therapist, (payback???) and to just be silly and shy with his former therapist. We stopped a bit for cookies, cake and juice, and even managed to say a quick "Hi!" to Santa. The boys were especially nice to Santa because he had a REAL beard and moustache, which means it was very possible that this was the REAL Santa as opposed to one of his look-a-like helpers. Sadly, though, there was no time for pictures.

The snow was coming down pretty good on our way home, and the boys were open to a little driving-around-so-mommy-can- critique-all-of-the-Christmas-lights. It was just magical the way the lights glowed through the snow covered trees, greens and reds and blues everywhere! The flakes just fell out of the sky like puffs of cotton candy, and the boys were gaily singing Christmas carols in the back of the van, gently at first, then louder as the joy filled our vehicle.

There was Jingle Bells, which went; "Dashing through the snow, in a pair of broken skis, breaking into houses, crashing into trees! The snow is turning red, I think I'm almost dead, and now I'm in the hospital with stitches in my head!" Or the other version that went something like this: "9-1-1, 9-1-1, someone call the cops! Bring me to the hospital and feed me lollipops!" And we can't forget Joy to the World, which went like this (it's BAD,): Joy to the World that Barney's dead, we barbecued his head! Don't worry 'bout his body, we flushed it down the potty..."

Somewhere amidst the singing Shannon yelled out, "My toof, my toof, I dus pulled out my toof!" I guess that darn tooth was loose after all! Being as there was no blood and no pain and Shannon was simply in the holiday spirit, the event remained tear free; in fact, by the time we pulled into the driveway, Shannon once again cried, "This is the BEST DAY EVER!!!" And he hasn't rescinded that statement yet!