The other day, I happened to glance up at the ceiling. I noticed some smudge marks. I got a stool and stood on it for a closer look. Do you know what they were? Fingerprints.
There was only one individual who could be the culprit.
"Bubba!" I called.
"Dude. How did your fingerprints get on the ceiling?"
"Well," he said rubbing his chin. "I jumped because I wanted to see if I could touch the ceiling."
"Uh, huh," I said. "Obviously you could. Now, how do you think those prints are going to come off?"
I explained it to him. "You see this stool, right here? The one short people like me have to use to touch the ceiling?"
"You stand on it and you scrub them off."
The boy got a rag and water and scrubbed his grimy fingerprints off. Hopefully that will be the last time he'll have to do that. Now that he's grown much taller than me, I'm going to have to do regular ceiling inspections just to make sure!