The shoes were off: slips on, neon sneakers and pink Toms scattered all over the room.
The desks had been pushed aside.
"Grab your pillows" I said. They flutter to the reading nook under the window and pick their fluffy aid.
"Meditation pose" can also be said, "criss cross apple sauce"
Little noses inhaled and with big, short breathes exhaled....
Not quite sure what the point of relaxation is, but willing to try.
They stretch and roll and try to look serious. Some try to slip in a nap.
Then it happens.
The female voice on the instructional yoga video says in a serene, Asian voice.
"If this is uncomfortable for you, position a pillow directly underneath the buttocks."
buttocks is a funny word in any voice, but particularly in a voice like that.
We lose it. There is iggling and rolling into wiggy variations of baby poses.
One yells, "Stop guys stop, listen to Ms. Katie."
I get out between giggles, "It's ok. I've lost it too."
Sometimes it's good to relax AND be silly.
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