One morning I thought I was clever and funny by arranging our innocuous little figures* into one on one 69 positions. As the 5 year old I'd become, I hooted and hollered to Jonah about my hilaaarious creations. When I returned from a run a little while later, Jonah looked at me gravely and said, "I had to take apart the little figures. It was just too disgusting" and then I felt a sinking, horrible feeling that maybe Jonah and I were not compatible after all but then a glint in his eye made me run to the bathroom counter (home to the little figures) where I discovered that he had taken it a step further, entirely in the right direction for us to be compatible. Enjoy.
*Thanks to my friend Mary Patterson for the little gifts! You must be proud.