"Mommy, Mommy, come in here FAST!" My son came running down the hallway from our master bedroom. "Hurry!" He was laughing so hard he could hardly get the words out. He turned around halfway down the hall and headed back to the bedroom. Whatever else I can assess about the situation is that it can't be good. As I get to the end of the hall, I hear more laughing, only this time it isn't coming from my son....it's coming from my husband. Oh, no. This REALLY can't be good. I round the corner and find my son AND my husband jumping on the bed. One of them (I'll let you decide which one) is 6 foot, 1 inch tall and is just about hitting his head on the ceiling. They are hysterical. I have completely lost control of my house and now constantly wonder what goes on around here while I'm at work. On a more positive note, I think I might be getting a new bed soon. Ours now makes a strange noise when you roll over at night.