Trying to do stretches when young children are present is always an interesting experience. In my occasional attempts, I have been climbed on, sat on, tickled, poked, and generally forced to stop within a very short amount of time.
Here is a new one:
Last time I tried doing my stretches, my one-year-old assumed I was about to sing Johnny Appleseed, and then insisted that I do so.
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