As most of my readership probably already knows, mommy is a pretty devout yogi. She's also a certified yoga instructor, though she doesn't teach currently because she's got more pressing matters to tend to - namely, taking care of yours truly (frankly, I could think of no better way to pass the time).
Daddy generally boycotts all forms of yoga. That's why mommy waited until daddy went to work before dressing me in this "Om" onesie. It's my and mommy's little secret. We are also planning a clandestine voyage to a "mommy and me" yoga class. Shhhhhhhh! Don't tell daddy.
I'm not quite sure what all this yoga business is about, but it sounds like it could be fun. What's not to like about an activity where you get on a mat and do poses with cool names like downward facing dog? I like dogs. So I'm not opposed to giving yoga a try even though daddy thinks it's just for girls. Hey, I'm not afraid to admit that I'm in touch with my feminine self. Plus, I look damn cute in his this onesie, wouldn't you agree?
Before I bid you adieu, I'd like to give a special shout out to my auntie Carolyn, who gave me this awesome onesie. She's one of mommy's best friends and biggest supporters, as far as mommy's yoga teaching goes.
Namaste,
WFT
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