Meanwhile at Magic Jump

So this one time, Violeta and I went to a French 10-year-old's birthday party.

At Magic Jump.

Which is basically a giant room full of bounce houses/bouncy castles/Jupiter jumps/awesomeness.

It went a little something like this...

Easy for them to say.

The left off the from ?? to ?? years old. This is what happens when you don't make limits, people.

... and then we had crêpes. I mean, let's not forget we're in France, y'all.

This is all courtesy of Cathy, one of the fantastic teachers I work with, remember? We were invited to her son's 10th birthday. (How adorable is THAT?!) The day basically consisted of her 6-year-old daughter and her BFF pulling me and Violeta by the hand and running from house to castle to obstacle course to harder obstacle course. It took us on average about 4x longer to arrive, and just as we arrived, we'd be grabbed by the hands as little two little French voices cried happily "Un autre! Un autre!" (Another! Another!) and we'd "run" (fall) off again. We laughed harder than should be humanly possible, and eventually got so tired we had to hide in a hidden bounce house for the last 20 minutes of the jumping portion of the day.

And then Cathy took us home for lunch, where we had delicious chicken tagine and met her parents and 92-year-old grandmother.

Basically, it was the best day. I mean... seriously. Ma vie française.