Sunday morning play time on mom and dad’s bed. They had a great time until the end when they grabbed each other, tipped over, and bonked heads. I wonder how many good times throughout history have ended because someone bonked heads with someone else. Probably happens in sky diving on occasion, ruining the thrill and psychotic joy one has while plummeting to a possible death, and all thanks to a head-bonking headache. George and Judy therefore, preoccupied with rubbing their heads, failed to notice how close they were to the ground and along with the failed observation, didn’t release their parachutes on time. I think this is why the “No more monkeys jumping on the bed” song has lasted so long, and with years of repetition, allowing its thoughtful advice to squirm into the psyche of many a wise listener.
Just before the bonk.