We've decided that our bed is definitely not for old people. In fact, I believe that we have also ruled out middle-aged people. See, getting onto our bed is a little like getting into a semi-truck cab without he little step to help you out. With the semi-truck driver quietly chuckling at how much trouble you're having.
To exhibit the height of the bed, I employed (enslaved?...he wasn't really paid for it...well, except for the food, clothes, and free rent that we give him everyday...) my 3-year-old, Remi, to stand beside the bed.
Yes, feel free to guffaw for a moment at the poor photoshop job in the shorts. He just had his underpants on at the time of the picture, and I figure that he looks more appropriate in some shorts.
Anyway, you can clearly see that Remi is standing next to the bed, and that, being about 37" tall, his head still doesn't reach the top! In order to get onto the bed without resorting to standing on the window sill or something, I place my hands on the bed, harness the power of midichlorians, jump, do a half-gainer, and allow my parachute to open as I land safely on the bed. (When I have more time, I'll demonstrate with pictures!)
It's a nice bed though. Since we bought it, we don't have kids jumping on the bed to wake us up in the morning. ("Mommy! Daddy! The sun is out!" is Remi's favorite strategy/reasoning) It's also nice for acrobatics and dramatizations of the kids falling of cliffs, etc. as we did tonight before our family scripture study.
And let me tell you, executing dramatizations of the kids falling of cliffs using a 40" bed is also a great way to keep yourself young. :)