More Thoughts on 72 Inches.

George Washington was 74 inches tall. That's two inches taller than me. No, I did not research the height of American presidents, though I am sure someone has. It was one of many facts that they shared on our candlelight tour of Mount Vernon. He had to duck when going down the back stairs from his bedroom to his dressing room. I did too.

Most days of the week I like being six feet tall. It comes in handy while teaching eighth grade because it can be intimidating. A teacher asked me to watch his class the other day, and as I stood in the doorway it was about twenty seconds before the students started saying "Whoa, she's tall." They proceeded to quietly discuss how tall I was. I cut them off.

"Six feet," I interrupted, "now back to work."

I answer this question at least five times a week.

The other morning at church, I was walking away from the cookie table and almost collided with a four-year-old. He was about to run into my legs, when he stopped and yelled "WHOA!"

Yeah, I am that tall. Those were my kneecaps you almost ran into, little buddy.

At least I'm in good company with George.