perhaps taking his cues from next door

Last night, in a moment of inspiration, Ezra and Levi decided to do some yoga. They unrolled our yoga mat in the hallway and determined that Ezra would be the "instructor on television" who told Levi what to do. (He is pretty much always telling Levi what to do, so the only "stretch" for him was going to be the actual poses.)

They were working on some kind of modified triangle pose (modifications included arched backs and protruding tongues) when Levi decided he wanted to do his own thing. So he lay down on the mat and started kicking his legs to the ceiling.

"Levi, we're not doing that now," Ezra said.

But Levi was definitely all about doing that now, and he told Ezra as much.

"I'M THE YOGA INSTRUCTOR!" Ezra barked. "NOW SHUT UP AND DO WHAT I SAY!"