Mr. Flexible

The other night I thought I would show Zach that his old man is still in halfway decent shape by challenging him to a contest as to which of us can reach the furthest past our toes with our hands while seated on the floor and leaning forward with one leg extended forward. I knew that he is more flexible than me, but I thought that my long arms would help give me the advantage. Nope. He won. This photo shows why. Mind you, he is ASLEEP in this photo!