Not Posh-asana. But really, full-on Pasasana. At first he nearly knocked me over, but I got back on my feet, wrapped my arms around myself, touched fingertips and had him take the hands just a little further…voila.
So, husband-assisted Supta K’s, pre-teen son-assisted Pasasanas,….do I really need to schlep into the city – let alone MYSORE! – to do this practice?