We have discovered the key to our behavior

We've realized a lot living with each other nearly 24/7, even though, being close friends, we've been familiar with each others' habits for a while. But this opportunity has finally allowed us to piece things together, to make the connections that have been just barely discernible for so long.

And our stunning realization?

Elizabeth is actually 70.

Jaime is actually 7.

Elizabeth knits	Jaime draws and colors
Elizabeth's hip occasionally makes popping noises	Jaime's hip is occasionally bruised from climbing things
Elizabeth yells: "I'm too old for this!" (this is a lie)	Jaime yells: "I'm never talking to you again!" (this is also a lie)
Elizabeth goes through 3 ice packs a day (the broken leg... currently at a painful and purplish stage)	Jaime likes cute Hello Kitty bandaids (the stitches... expertly removed thanks to the old lady ;) )
Elizabeth gives the haughty disapproval glare when she is annoyed (and she can make Holly Dellinger turn 180°)	Jaime throws pens when she is annoyed (and she has pretty deadly accuracy)
Elizabeth ballroom dances (and admittedly loves it)	Jaime ballroom dances when Elizabeth drags her along (and admittedly likes it too)
Elizabeth wants more time to sleep	Jaime wants more time to explore
Elizabeth likes expensive things (usually)	Jaime likes shimmery things (usually)
Elizabeth has platonic admiration crushes on a few old men	Jaime fortunately has no equivalent here, besides thinking little kids are cute
Elizabeth rocks out to Rachmaninoff	Jaime rocks out to 90s pop

Though, this is not to say that we don't trade ages every once in a while. Jaime will totally rock out to Chopin too, and Elizabeth can do a mean rendition of the Veggie Tales "Hairbrush Song." (See below.) Ohhhh whereee is my hairbrush...



Interestingly, 70 and 7 both seem to have a high level of mischievousness.
Or maybe that's just us.