YoGo

Can I tell you that I have had nothing wonderful or of great interest that will enrich your lives - you know, because usually I do - but I just felt like my last post was so bloomin' serious. There is so much seriousness and drama in my life that I try to scale it down in every area that I have control over.

Tomorrow I will try to have a picture of my class doing yoga. I have been teaching them and can I tell you that 5 year olds love yoga. Even the boys. Especially when we do stretches called "the warrior" and "down facing dog". It's really great, especially with all the arms and legs flying, the occasional breaking of wind, and them ever so not-gently informing classmates that their feet stink. Nothing like opening your eyes to a five year olds sweaty sock-foot on your face. I guess that's why it's supposed to be good for you...I assure you I didn't want to eat for a while after that.

Anyway, it's pretty funny that some of the kids call it YoGo after those little tubes of yogurt (gross). I guess in there little minds there is no difference between grossy tubes of yogurt and us exercising. There's you a point of interest.