She's been in the habit of labeling things (e.g., saying "jump" when she jumps) and while we were in the living room discussing bike and stuff, she stood directly below the ceiling fan, put her arms straight up, tipped her head back and started chanting "UP-side down!"
Me: I have *no* idea what she's doing. Maybe she wants to bend over backward?
Laurel: UP-side down!
Him: Maybe she's having a religious experience.
[We laugh, she continues doing her thing.]
Him: If I thought she wouldn't stop when she heard the camera, I'd take a picture.
Me: Why? So we can have something to go with the picture from the all-night Heroes hotseat where the guys told me you were sleeping like the Buddha and I took a picture of kenwestervelt prostrated before you?
I guess I forgot to show him that picture... *snerk*
On an unrelated note, the remaining boxes in the bedroom have been sorted into "Airman's Attic," "Goodwill," "Other People Who'd Like It" and a small box of "Store for Future Use" (tools, a buttload of model paint, and the F-15E model kit). Once the bedroom looks half-decent, I'll take photos.