One of the baby’s latest tricks is to bend over, put his hands on the floor and giggle at me with his wee upside down facey.
‘Hey F, come look at what your brothers doing, isn’t it cute?’ I call to the older one.
‘He’s just doing the downward dog Mummy’ he informs me.
Because yes dear readers, my boys aged 3.5 and 14 months both do yoga as part of their jam packed childcare schedules. If i remember correctly, from my time at play school, the order of the day went something like this:-
1, Fight tooth and nail for the sparkly red shoes
2, Paint a picture with a cup of sludgy brown water
3, Eat marmite toast
4, Wander about trying to avoid being bitten
5, Go home
If I ask F what he did that day, he would reply along the lines of this (should he ever be bothered to converse with me): –
‘First we took drama, we danced like leaves blowing in the autumn wind waving goodbye to the summer and then we listened to an excerpt from the Wind in the Willows and discussed its relevance to modern day society. Do you think Ratty’s penchant for poetry was a sign of weakness?’