My little Hunter is a jumper. He's constantly jumping on and off of things. It really doesn't matter what. He'll take the couch pillows and cushions and set up a little jumping course for himself in the living room -- leaping from cushion to cushion. Sometimes he just hops around the house telling me, "Mommy! I'm a jumping bean!" He's a little daredevil.
We're pretty used to Hunter's antics around here, but sometimes we forget that other people aren't. There's usually a gasp when our company visits and sees Hunter leaping from the furniture. They usually ask, "Is he okay!?!?" He is.
I wonder if Hunter has a future as a stunt double. I can just see him jumping off of buildings, out of airplanes, and doing any other number of things that will make his mother cringe. Just as long as his angels will always be there to provide a soft landing, I'm okay with it.