I TOUCHED THE CEILING!

Cinnie Minnie was freaking out earlier without me in the room. Kelsie Jo told me that to burn off steam she started jumping and trying to touch the ceiling. My darling Cinnie Minnie is 5 feet tall. She couldn't very well touch the ceiling no matter how hard she tried. She jumped and jumped and jumped and failed and failed and failed.

When Cinnie Minnie came back the the room she proceeded to tell me the same story. (My friends repeat stories a lot because our lives aren't that interesting.) She said, "you know what made Kelsie Jo laugh so hard earlier? It was this." And she jumped and jumped and jumped and TOUCHED THE CEILING! I kind of screamed in delight, and was reminded of our poor, poor neighbors who must hate us. But we hugged in all the excitement, and then she broke off the hug and looked at me in the eye (not eyes because that's impossible. Have you ever tried to look in both eyes at once?) and said, "Miss Madeline*, we're hugging because I touched the ceiling." And I said, "DUH."

And she went back to stressing out, and I went back to blogging.

*She did not actually call me Miss Madeline, but I think I'm going to pretty much always refer to us by our Blog Names. Even if it makes her seem really, really condescending.

UPDATE: Cinnie Minnie would like me to mention firstly that she hit the ceiling on the first try that I witnessed. She'd also like me to mention that she's the one that told me about the eye(s) thing. Thank you.