Little E-Grrrl asks me if we can do some yoga together, and so I set up the yoga mats and I pop in a DVD featuring lithe women doing yoga on a beautiful beach in Jamaica.

As E-Grrrl attempts some of the poses, she complains she isn’t flexible enough.

Looking at the green-eyed yoga goddess on the TV screen laying her head on the floor while sitting in a full straddle, E-Grrrl says with a mix of awe and disgust, “What is she made out of ? Play-Doh?!”