Survivor - MoonBounce

I propose a new reality show, Survivor - MoonBounce. It will star as many kindergarten kids that can fit in your average rented moonbounce. For added drama (because that's not enough), we'll toss in a 2nd grader or two. Last kindergartener standing is the winner.

I have no pictures of this (ahem, Adam's mom, send me a good one). But Andy's best bud Adam had a whopper of a birthday party yesterday. And as we parents watched the unfettered chaos in the moonbounce, I noticed the division of the parents into three categories.

Category 1: There needs to be only a few kids at a time in the moonbounce, and it needs to be constantly supervised. Any kid caught whacking another kid or pushing him/her into the inflatable walls should be immediately pulled out and punished for such poor behavior.

Category 2: Let's just see what happens. Kids will be kids. Survival of the fittest. It toughens the weak ones up. We don't want no pansies in this generation.

Category 3: Let's see what happens, but we're going to stop things before they escalate out of control and someone gets seriously hurt. Unfettered chaos is good to a point and it does teach them about the real world; kids need to learn how to handle themselves and others in a situation where rules do not always apply. But by golly, if things get too rough, we parents are hollering and jumping in.

Most of us fell into Category 3, although I do tend to lean more toward Category 2.

By the end of the party, Survivor - MoonBounce had produced quite a few tears, frustration and anger. But as kindergarteners prove, life goes on outside the moonbounce. And just because someone walloped you in the moonbounce doesn't mean you can't chase a puppy with them later.