Hour five: Cinnamon Challenge (we probably should have died)
We have resumed our upside down position on the couch.
"One time, I snorted mayonnaise."
"Ew. I ate dog food."
"Everyone's eaten dog food," he replies. "I used to eat my parents cigarettes."
"That's not how that works, Pond. I've swallowed a live gold fish before."
"Awe. Poor Nemo is still swimming. Just keep swimming . . . I've never had sushi."
"I've never done the cinnamon challenge."
"I haven't either," Pond muses. "We should do it!"
"Tom . . . People have died from that, you know."
He shrugs. "Yeah, but we won't."
I roll off the couch and sit up. "We're idiots."
That's why now we're giggling and running back up the stairs from the kitchen at 9 o'clock. It's not even late.
"3 . . . 2 . . . 1!"
I'm so glad no one lives on this floor because we coughed for about 30 minutes. We had to bleach the floor again while we were still coughing. Who knew cinnamon could fly so far?