I am the Human Jungle Gym

Crouching down I spread my arms wide, almost knocked over by the force of the one year old as he vaults into my arms. After a snuggle, he turns to leave and quickly his spot is replaced by another then another. Soon I am surrounded on all sides by giggling, wiggling bodies, they succeed in knocking me over and then proceed to climb on, as though I am nothing more than a ride for their amusement. Though in this case they are right as I giggle right along beside them, tickling and bouncing them until they tumble off, rolling harmlessly on the carpet. Sitting, I spot her smiling as she watches the display, but hides her face when I beckon to her. My view of her is blocked as the wigglers and gigglers return, piling on me until I succumb and fall over to a trio of renewed giggles. I rejoice in my role, the Human Jungle Gym.