That’s the distance between my daughter’s bed and the pull chain for the light on her ceiling fan.
. . . and that’s the distance that she jumped to turn out said light the other night, in true Tarzan-style.
She and her friend were going to have a little “slumber party,” and my acrobatic child decided to turn out the light herself, rather than ask for help. We heard a small thump and went in to investigate just as she was running out of her room, partial pull-chain in hand. While I admired her ingenuity, of course, I was fairly concerned about her judgment.
Evidently her friend enjoyed telling the story to everyone she met the next day: “(My daughter) leaped from the bed into the air to turn out the light! But the light broke. And her mommy was not very happy.”
Ah, the joys of parenting!