While I was making lunch this afternoon Seichi came upstairs wearing baby legwarmers on his feet and arms and saying that they were "ninja clothing that helped him with his ninja moves". He was followed closely behind by 3 year old S-dog with a blue fuzzy bathrobe with different vehicles on it (a gift given to his oldest brother by Grandmum), also adorned with black opaque goggles and some wicked ninja moves. They were moving all over the kitchen assuming a variety of well executed stances and facial expressions as if they had been in training for months at the very least.
At lunch hubby kept encouraging S-dog to eat more than just grapes to which S-dog replied with the most grown up mature expression he could muster: "but Daddy that's what ninjas eat. That's what they like is grapes and watermelon". A few minutes later he exclaimed "I'm going to sing you all a song so you can 'rock out'....Ninja's eat grapes and ninjas eat quesadillas, ninjas drink water and watermelon too and they don't take naps they just practice their sumo and karate moves".
Daddy gave a stellar performance trying desperately to maintain his composure and keep from bursting out into laughter as he said "S-dog there will be no more fruit for this little ninja until your quesadilla is finished". Well...the voice of reason has spoken, what more is there to say?
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