Jumpin’ Lincoln

Nolan came to the kitchen this afternoon and said, “Mommy, Lincoln is in the jumper.”

Following Nolan into the toy room, I discovered this:

Pinching my lips together so as not to let on just how funny the situation was, I said, “Lincoln, get out of there.”  His response to me was, “I can’t! Mommy, can you help me?”

Good thing we know the springs in the jumper are rated to at least 30 pounds.  Ingrid should be safe.