Right before bed, when the kids are moving a little slower, breathing deeply, yawning, turning their noses up at crackers, I know they are finally ready to go to sleep.
And then, this burst of energy hits them and these are the questions I get thrown at me, all at once.
Mom, is this how you do the moonwalk?
Can I have a bra?
Hey, is this how you do tree pose?
Namaste right? Namaste? NAMASTE!
Does someone put the baby in there or….
Feel my goose-egg. Ow, don’t touch it.
Can you die from a tick bite?
Can you die from wearing slippers to bed?
Could you do the splits when you weren’t an old lady?
Seriously, how does the baby get in there?
Namaste.