But then we tried it, and seven swollen women nearly toppled to the rug. It just doesn't come natural to those of us raised in the chair-sitting world. I think our pelvises are fuzed at the angles necessary for occupying the seats of our minivans.
But my kids are not being raised in that world. In their world, they squat (Deb would be so proud). They squat at the public toilets. They squat to play with their toys. They squat to look at bugs. And they squat at the checkout while we wait for daddy to finish paying for the groceries.
|It looks like I could be C3PO and they could be Ewoks, don't you think? If you have sons, you know what language I am speaking.|