Are We Done Yet?

This morning I went to Elizabeth's pre-school to teach a yoga class to 15 four year olds. I arrived during snack time; goldfish, green grapes, juice boxes. 


Quick head count; 11 boys, 4 girls.


Bean? the teacher said, when I walked in. 
Bean is what Elizabeth calls me. instead of Grandma.
How about Miss Betsy, I said, since Bean belongs to Elizabeth.
Okay, they said.


I walked around the table saying hello to the kids.
I like that shirt, I said.
Do you like my shirt? a little girl asked.
Yes, I like your shirt too.


We walked down the hall to another room to do our yoga. As soon as I spread out my mat, Jacob said, I need to go to the bathroom. We sat, crossed our legs, crisscross applesauce, flapped our arms like wings and looked up at our hands. Palms together.


We were 
cats 
cows
dogs
trees 
mountains. 

even with wild wind and storms; the mountain is steady.


Are we done yet? Jacob asked.


The teachers and I nodded at each other. 


Yes, that feels about right. We're done.