Stairs... inflatable stairs... in a bounce house. Say what???? The giant, inflatable structures within which children fling themselves about with reckless abandon until red-faced and sweaty sit in the part of my brain entitled "DO NOT ENTER", along with amusement parks, public pools, and the giant car shopping carts at the grocery store. If you partake in any of the above, please don't be offended! My quirks are no reflection on you. Now, please stop rolling your eyes at me and start shouting "I told you so!!!" because (obviously) the girls loved it.