A Glimpse into the Future. . .

Since I am a single woman in my 30's, many of my social outings involve little kids' birthday parties.  I spend many a weekend cavorting with toddlers and preschoolers, sharing thoughts on Spiderman, Thomas the Tank Engine, and cookies.  So, this particular weekend, I was able to experience the Flip-n-Out party.  Flip-n-Out is the magical land of moonwalks.  Each separate moonwalk has a various theme from some Disney movie, with a Sesame Street bouncer designed for brave toddlers.  I entered a very loud area, greeted first by a giant, orange dinosaur.  Many of the children appeared to be afraid of this thing, and stayed away from this particular moonwalk-bouncer.  Children were running amok, and frankly, I don't think I saw the same child pass by twice.  A bouncer inspired by the movie, Cars contained various slides, which inevitably resulted in a crash.  My godson, the 4-year-old birthday boy, was attacked by some crazy 8-year-old.  The Disney Princess castle Bouncer was very popular with the girls, and there were several Princess-wannabes running around.  Many of the kids seemed to lack direction and sort of run aimlessly.  Others appeared to be on some sort of weird high/adrenaline rush from the repeated bouncing on body parts other than their feet.  When it's party time, someone with a bullhorn beckons all involved into a tiny room for pizza and cake.  With stomachs full of partially eaten pizza and various types of cake with sugary frosting, they are back at it in the moonwalks.  God knows how much vomit gets cleaned off of those things--thankfully, they are rubber/plastic.  The 1-year-olds toddle around, searching for Elmo, then crying for their parents while they are actually in the Elmo-domain.  They then get swept either by a random older child or random adult.  Of course, each parent and grandparent is attempting to catch a photograph of each child while in action sliding or bouncing.  With the advent of digital photography, their respective child/grandchild transforms into a blob.  Of course, I had sights on the dude in the Kangaroo costume trying to win the hearts of children with his disturbing costume.  I've always liked a healthy amount of body hair on men, but, when it crosses into species confusion, that is a problem