Falling off the pedestal . . . and still rolling . . .

So this happened:

Me: "I hate being put on pedestals. There are only two things you can do on a pedestal: look pretty, or fall off."

Em: "I know, it's the worst."

5 minutes later (in a conversation about how Nutella is one of my weaknesses)

Em: "You have weaknesses?"

Me: "Yes. Why?"

Em: "You're not allowed to have weaknesses. You're Megan Beth Armknecht."

Me: "Sister! You just put me on a pedestal."

Em: " . . . you're pretty."

We are so funny. How do people even stand it?