It was about 2pm on a lazy Sunday afternoon, and Zeppelin was supposed to be napping. She wasn’t, because naps were boring, but the supposition was a key part of her plan. And her Plan (it really deserved a capital letter) was going to win her the Game.
Zeppelin had a lot of games, with different people. Some, mostly with her friends, were regular: hopscotch, Chutes and Ladders, even playing with dolls. Some games were boring-in-a-fun-way, like Count the Red Cars on the Long Drive to Bobby’s House. And some were just vitally important, like the nightly How Much Dessert.
But this Game was, at the moment, the most important of all. It was the Jumping on Dads Game, and Zeppelin had never, ever won it.