Where’s the butt?
A bit ago, Miles got a bunch of shoes out and lined them up on the living room floor. After counting them a few times, he assumed a downward dog position and started reaching back between his legs and grabbing shoes.
M:Â One behind your butt…two behind your butt…three behind your butt…
At this point, enough shoes had accumulated behind him that he had to start piling the shoes directly under the apex of his downward dog.
M:Â Four (pause) in your butt…five in your butt…
