On Sundays at 5pm hoards of yuppies storm the corner of Emerson and Homer in search of organic overpriced produce, soy-based products of every variety, delicious baked goods and even more delicious mutual yuppie scoping. Approximately 4 hours ago, I was temporarily one of them. (I like to hate on peninsula lifestyles but honestly, how can you deny the appeal of perfectly ripened cherries and fresh grilled sandwiches? Answer: you can't).
While waiting in line to buy my dinner, I noticed two little girls who couldn't have been older than 6 playing while waiting for their parents to finish buying groceries. They looked like they were having the times of their lives doing complicated, graceful poses and giggling the entire time. At first I thought they were practicing ballet but when one of the girls got down on the floor and did what looked like a push-up with her elbows, I realized that they were doing YOGA POSES. First thought: wtf?? Can kids do yoga?? Isn't that like having Mischa Barton do Shakespeare? Yea it's possible but, really, what's the point? Second thought: I'm witnessing a cultural trend!! "Children and Chakras: Yoga for the Under 10 Set" will probs be a story on the cover of the NY Times magazine before year's end. Third thought: maybe that's not a bad idea... I'd want my kids to do yoga. Fourth thought: wait, am I a yuppie? Fifth thought: not possible, Tif, you don't exercise. Sixth thought: mmmm, this sandwich is going to be good. Seventh thought: Todd likes sandwiches!! I wish he were here. Eighth thought: omg, I could totally write about this for my and Todd's new blog!!
and so it went.
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