Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Monster Truckasana

I've been trying to get back into yoga. My boy used to love copying my movements. He had the sweetest little downward dog. But now that he's too cool for me, he just pretends he's a monster truck and "drives right over" me, crushing my cobra. How did we go from om shanti to slam downs with the Eradicator?

I succumbed and drew him a picture of The Gravedigger. I was ordered not to forget the skull. My boy, who was once Beatrix Potter's biggest fan, has fallen in love with aggressive, obnoxious, gas-guzzling monster trucks...with skulls. Notice the pink crayon?

At least, at my urging, there's still moments like these.

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