"Mom, take a picture of me doing yoga on this rock!"
"Mom, take a picture of me doing zen over here by the river!"
I have no idea why he calls meditation "doing zen" but it and that little hand mudra he has going are adorable. I'm crediting his P.E. teacher since I don't say or do either, but anyone who follows me on Instagram will recognize the yoga pose selfie influence as entirely my fault. Sorry, not sorry.
I'm not proud of my onboxious Instagram behavior, but I also don't care since it's fun. Twitter can seriously suck it now that I've found Instagram.
"Mom, what if we do a series on Instagram where we do yoga poses together?" he suggested during a walk down a waterfall.
"I would love that SO MUCH!" I replied, "You'll have to start going to yoga classes with me. I think you'll like my friend, Ma--"
"Oh no. No way. I'm thinking I'll just do the type of yoga where you take pictures of yourself doing yoga for Facebook and Instagram."
"Uh, that's not yoga."
"Who are you to say it's not yoga?"
"Well, it's not a type of yoga. Not on purpose. That's not intentionally a thing -- I'm sure most of those people have actual yoga practices."
"Yeah, well I do yoga in P.E. class every day. So I'm ready for Instagram."
I guess he has a point. And technically, he may be doing more yoga than I am lately.
(I'll do a vacation wrap-up post at some point, maybe. We were running the risk of me doing that weird thing where I avoid you all entirely because I have so much to say and nowhere to start. So now we have started.)