When we went to Puxton's Park with the Mummy Mishaps lot yesterday, there was a jumping pillow that The Boy was desperate to go on. He tried running up the sides of it but it had a steep incline and the big children bouncing around at the top meant that the sides kept billowing out as he was trying to run up. He kept going again and again, but each time he came tumbling down the sides, bouncing onto the sand and sobbing in frustration. It was all I could do not to run up there with him, instead I washed his sandy feet and kissed his tears away.

Today, we went to Cattle Country in Gloucestershire and they had a jumping pillow for under four year olds. This time, the incline was less, with no big children. He spent a very happy fifteen minutes jumping around and laughing as he landed on the sand. I'm glad he persevered.