One of the great pleasures of being a parent to young children is playing the Stall Game. You know the game: Your child asks for some ridiculous thing that you’ll never get them in a million years - due to cost, danger, or plain laziness – and you respond with a chicken-shit, “We’ll think about it” answer. Of course, you aren’t going to “think about it” any further than it took to get the words out of your mouth. It just buys you another two months before the subject is brought up again. And this means you are two months closer to the point where your child might outgrow the item they desire. In football-speak, it’s a classic example of running out the clock (i.e. running the ball straight up the middle on 3rd and 7 with a minute to go but the other team doesn’t have any time outs).
(3) The neighbor kids will want to jump on it and why would I want them over here? I don’t even want to look at them across the street in their own yards.
(4) Medical costs. Someone will break something…eventually.
(5) I will be sued when the neighbor kid breaks his femur.
(6) They are clearly a “bait” product for wheelchair companies.
(7) Not interested in hosting a "killing field" for neighborhood friends as they lie moaning in a circumference around the
(8) What the hell do you do with it once the kids outgrow it?
Sure, it looks fun. But you and I both know that no good can come of a giant trampoline. That’s a very adult way to look at it and, for some reason, kids struggle with the complexity of this logic. I think they tend to focus more on the fun and frivolity and exuberant joy brought by each bounce skyward rather than medical insurance deductibles and lawsuits.
It’s better that the kids go to YOUR yard and bounce on YOUR giant trampoline. That way, it’s not in my yard. Oh, and I get to sue YOU when the tibia splinters into a dozen pieces and a summer is lost to a cast. See? Adult logic.
Of course, I could sit my daughter down and explain this thinking with detailed examples including a pie chart of how a rise in medical costs causes a direct shrinking in American Girl purchases and how there will be no Jackie O present to scramble over the side of the trampoline to retrieve a broken piece of tibia fragment. Once the tibia shard goes over the edge, it’s lost forever (or mulched by the lawn mower). I could face the issue head on…deal with it in a mature and reasoned way to teach my daughter a lesson in rational thinking that she’ll use effectively later in life. Or, I could just run out the clock and avoid the conflict. C’mon, which would you do?
But there is a point at which the Stall Game stops working. After several postponements and vague promises to consider the purchase at a future date, your child may grow to the point where they realize what you are doing. Apparently, that age is 11. Maturity, time, and a decrease in American Girl interest have all converged and my daughter is no longer easily deferred when the inevitable “Can we get a trampoline?” question arises. Fortunately, this convergent point is usually quite near the endgame: outgrowth of desired item. It’s the last gasp, the final desperate plea before their disappointment gets logged permanently in psychological, future pull-the-plug-defining dormant rage.
You better have a Plan B. When “We’ll think about it” no longer works – and you’ve used it several times over multiple years – you can’t then launch into Reasoned Discussion. It’s too late. But you still are too cowardly to say No outright. Goddamn, I just want a Frosty.
There’s really only one thing left to do.
“Can we get a giant trampoline for the yard? And don’t say ‘we’ll think about it’ because you always say that.”
“Well, it’s fine with me. It’s up to your Mom though.”
It’s 4th and 5 but the clock is ticking away…time to punt to Mom.