We have begun a new ritual in our household lately.

We lay the pillows from the couch on the floor and Swee’Pea and TheMonk take turns jumping, rolling or bouncing onto the cushions. Usually there is shouting with glee. Sometimes there is crying. But I usually pull it together before Swee’Pea and TheMonk become bothered by it.

At first, there wasn’t much altitude being gained. They’d “jump” about two inches into the air and land on their butts. Before long, however, they started gaining distance and they’d jump out like a long jumper reaching for the last few inches before landing in the sand.

And while both are impressive in their jumping ability, one is clearly better at it than the other.

I’m not going to name names but if you were to know that Mommy was a high school state champion in the Long Jump and out-jumped me by a good two feet in high school and if I were also to tell you that Swee’Pea looks a lot like her mother and TheMonk’s body type clearly hails from my gene pool, then you might guess who the better jumper is…