How do you tell when you son has been watching too much The Simpsons. Maybe it was too much of the American version of The Office….
I thought I was at one with nature. Just completing a 50 minute yoga session out. I thought it going well. I felt a definite natural flow to my movements. Maybe just maybe I have finally found my inner Rhythm and goddess mode. Then I heard the icy tones of a teenage son and the moment was blown out of the water.
“Dad there has never been a finer more awesome Dad squeezed into a pair of 56 inch pants…….”
Harsh but fair.