Today the Little Man was playing with his new fireman that Santa was kind enough to bring him for Christmas this year. He spent a few minutes teaching him how to walk, sleep, and of course drive the fire truck. He then did something that let me know that he was definitely my son.
I looked over at him and asked him what "Mr. Fireman" was doing. He looked back at me with a serious look on his face and said, "Down Dog Mama."
I went in for a closer look, and my Little Man was right... Mr. Fireman was working on a perfect Down Dog. Maybe I should take this picture down to the local fire station, I'm sure those guys could use a good laugh. It might even inspire a new movement!