June 3, 2012

OM

A few weeks ago I lost my patience at breakfast.  (I know, hard to fathom.)

"NO MORE WHINING!" I roared from my post, washing dishes.

Bine:  "That's not a very nice tone, Mamma."

Angus looked at me, pitying:  "One OM."

Me, turning to look at him from the kitchen sink:  "Huh?"

Bine:  "You know, OM.  Like yoga."

Me, to Angus, thinking he couldn't really be suggesting that:  "What?"

Angus put his hands together, lowered his head:  "OOOOOHHHMMMMMMmmmm...."

Me:  Totally dumbfounded.  My two year old just gave me a zen time-out.


Kids yoga is awesome.  I told yoga teacher Caitlin this story, which she happily recounted to the other maestras, but Angus would never perform his OM in public (understandable).  The other day he was OMing again so I ran to grab the camera and this is what I managed to get: