Teach me how to do the splits

At about 7:00 every night, Sawyer gets this crazy amount of energy. The kind where you would think we just gave him a liter of mountain dew. He runs around in circles, bangs his head into the couch over and over, flops around like a fish out of water, tantalizes Lyla by holding toys just out of her reach, and his favorite move of choice:
The splits.








In all my life, I don't think I've ever gotten this far in my splits. Not even after those ten years in dance lessons. Needless to say he doesn't get this talent from his mother.
We may have a little gymnast on our hands.