This, my friends, is called Balasana, or, the Child’s Pose. Or, I should say, this is what it’s supposed to look like.
Someone needs to tell Baby Dude that, just because it’s called the “Child’s Pose” doesn’t mean he’s involved in it. Like, at all.
He pulled up my shirt. He mounted me. He pulled my hair, sat on my head, jumped on my back. Um, dude? This isn’t wrestling time. That’s not how it’s supposed to work.
So much for calm. (Heh.)
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