Zane bounces. He is Tigger in a diaper. There are few things that bring him joy, or us a moment of freedom, than time spent in the jumper. See for yourself:
bounce the baby
I suppose, like all good things, there can be too much. Zane has found his limit. He is a boy that laughs at sleep and mocks all that encourage him to succumb to it. However, he is no match for the riggers of bouncing and the tiring effect that it places upon his little sparkplug body.
The jumper is a bully. It toys with the excitement and energy of the unsuspecting. The jumper has no mercy. It takes everything a boy has and demands more still. The jumper goes quiet only when the last bounce has bounced. It respects those it has beaten, and will cradle them softly until they bounce again.