A Listening Exercise

I heard him before my eyes opened, the heavy patter of feet down the hall.  "Maybe if I lie really still and keep my eyes closed he'll let me 'sleep' a few minutes longer," I thought.  Experience tells me that if Griffin sees my eyes open in the morning, he considers me fair game, and so I lay, eyes closed and ears pricked.  I listened for clues of other awakening life.  There were no sounds from the baby's room, and from the absence of bickering I concluded that Logan, too, had yet to stir.  I peeked out from one eye:  Griffin was no where in sight.  Possibly he had already gone downstairs to munch on bread and entertain himself in the playroom.  Again I listened intently.  No sounds of distress.  I rolled over to catch just a few more minutes.  He was soon to get bored I was sure.

Two minutes later I heard the sounds of the TV clicking on.  What was still a mystery, however, was what program he was watching.  The only sound I could make out was the deep voice of a grown woman.  The animal planet, perchance?  That was the only thing I could come up with.  No...something didn't seem to fit.  After listening a few moment more there was definitely a lack of interest-pricking background music.  What was he watching?

Unable to be sure, I slowly I made my way down the stairs rubbing sleep out of my eyes.  As I turned the corner I rubbed my eyes again, this time out of sheer consternation.  It wasn't Nickelodian, or the Disney Channel, or Animal Planet.  No.  It was a yoga class on BYU TV.

"What are you watching?" I queried.

"Stretching," he replied his head dropped between his knees, his fingers touching his toes.

"...and hold...breathing in and out..."the voice from the TV calmly suggested.

I shook my head, giggled, and joined him for a downward dog.