for about 15 minutes. Back and forth across the living room floor. He'd flop his head down into the dump truck, trudge it across the carpet, apparently through the meditative powers of his dump-trucked head, and then giggle. Like this:
Even the cat was mystified by this wacky behavior (and perhaps by how badly my child needs yet another haircut).
Clearly I could not stop myself from taking picture after picture of this hilarity. I kept asking him, "Are you almost done with your yoga?" and he assured me that no, he was still quite busy "doing the yoga." I was tempted at one point to attempt to stick my own head into the dump truck to see if I did indeed find some sort of energy vortex in there that might promote a sense of "om." But you know, my head is a lot bigger than his. So I decided against it.