One day, my little brothers, Judo (7), Don (5), and Xavi (3) went to my cousins' house. My cousins, also 3 little boys, are in the same age group so you can imagine how rowdy they are.

While playing, these impatient, rowdy little monsters-- err, kids, i mean-- were noisy. They were so noisy and naughty that little Don couldn't take all the shouting anymore.

So, he goes to the living room, sits on the couch, assumes the Indian sit position, closes his eyes, places one hand on each knee, makes the number 3 on each hand and silently hums. In short, Don, all of 5 years old, does a yoga pose.

My stepmom and aunt are surprised.

Mom: Don? What are you doing?
Don: I'm doing yoga, mommy!
Mom: Do you know what yoga is?
Don: Yes, mommy. It balances my brain.
Mom: (surprised) What does it do to you?
Don: It's not so noisy now. My mind's at peace now, mommy.
Mom: (growing more surprised) Where did you learn that?
Don: On TV!!!

My mom, in still reeling from the shock, looks at my aunt, whose jaw dropped open in equal surprise.

Kids these days! And the things they learn on tv!