if I were to teach yoga, I would definitely incorporate the hippo.

For the past two weeks, my brother Jonathan has been running a children’s drama camp at our church. But please be specific about it. It’s a drama camp, not a theater camp. Not at all.

Because when I asked my nephew Ollie how he was enjoying theater camp, he gave me a blank stare before asking, “What’s theater camp?”

And I was like, “Uh…it’s the camp you’ve been going to for almost two weeks now.”

And then he smiled as it dawned on him, “Do you mean drama camp?” he corrected me.

Yep, that’s what I meant, alright. Silly me.

But today I taught a dance class to all the kids. And they were hilarious. And enthusiastic. They yelled out things that I never would have thought of myself. Cause see, if you get any comparisons to animals at all while you are dancing, it is to the ones who are more graceful. You hope, anyway. Like gazelles. Or even panthers. But while we were doing a little walk in place during the warm-up, just rolling the hips from side to side slightly as we rolled through our feet, one kid yelled out, “Oh. A hippo.”

And I started to laugh because, well, a hippo. I had never thought this particular move looked anything like a hippo, but sure. A hippo.

And then we started doing some plies and the same kid yells out, “Oh. Now a frog.” And again, sure. A frog. Why not? Why the heck not a frog? Works for me, I suppose.

But I think my favorite quote was something Jonathan told me that one of the campers said to him right after my dance class. The boy walks up to him and confidently says, “Huh. I’d never done yoga before, but I have to say it was my favorite part of the camp!”

Hahahahahahahaha. I don’t know if I should break it to him that he’s actually still never done yoga.

But at least it was his favorite part.

And maybe now he can say that his two favorite yoga poses are The Hippo and The Frog.