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“Are you gonna go jumping, Bentley?” you asked, looking at him resting against your chest, your feet stretched out in the sun on the deck.
“If his Uncle Ty-Ty can figure out how to hang this thing up ,” Tyler said, the jolly jumper in hand, looking between the doorframe and the instructions.
“Are the directions confusing?”
“Not really,” Tyler said, holding his hand on the door frame and shaking it back and forth. "I just don’t know how sturdy this thing is.“
"I’m sure it’s fine, Tyler,” you laughed, “Door frames are supposed to be strong, that’s why you’re supposed to stand in them if there’s an earthquake.”
“Well, I don’t know how strong this one is.”
“I’m pretty sure they’re standard?” you asked, “It doesn’t say it has to support a certain amount of weight or anything, he doesn’t weigh that much, I don’t think he’s going to pull the frame down.”
Tyler gave you a pitiful look. "I’m just trying to make sure he doesn’t fall.“