One morning, for no reason we could ever discern, you pushed yourself from the ground up into a perfect plank. And held it. For over a minute.
We don't know if you just got confused, or found it an interesting sensation, or what. Most of the time you just looked straight down at the floor. We thought you might even have been pooping, as that usually lends you a little concentration and rigor. But no - you just calmly held the position, eventually lowering yourself to the ground before getting back up to toddle about.
We were, of course, proud. Whatever that was.
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