Go Ninja, Go Ninja, Go

There is more than one Ninja in our gang.  I know I have told stories in the past of “The Ninja” and how she is on call to the kids to repair any damage that they have done without my knowledge.  In all fairness, I do not mind.  She has one rule. If asked directly she will not lie for them, but will in the meantime keep their secrets.  Eventually of course, the stories come out.  Usually at the dinner table. All is taken quite well and of course we are in tears from laughing so hard.

I am however, always fascinated by the thought processes that take place in these people prior to the damage occurring.  For example, there was the chase through the house where the older boys and my nephews were ganging up on the surprise.  During the chase, it seemed logical to my nephew to hurl himself over the couch to catch my son.  Apparently no forward thought was given to the fact that there was a table behind the couch with photos, etc. on it.  Yea… a few things broke.

Or the idea that it was okay to play football in the family room.  And yet they were shocked when they broke the globe on an antique floor lamp.  Replacing it never came to mind, or confessing to it for that matter.  Their little brains immediately went to athletic tape.  Yes, they used athletic tape to put the globe back together.  Who would ever notice that?!  Just anyone who turned the light on.
More recently, within the last two years, The Blonde was watching her niece and nephew.  They were headed to the car, so the baby was in his car seat and she was on her way out to put the three year old in the car and go back for the baby.  Unfortunately, the three year old pulled the door closed behind her and it was already locked.  The Blonde’s house keys were inside in her purse with the baby, who was sound asleep and safely strapped in his seat.  After a few moments of panic, The Blonde “Ninja” kicked the door in and fractured the doorframe.

Now, you may think she is quite the hero, but I beg to differ.  First, as I mentioned, the baby was safe inside.  Second, several people nearby have spare keys, including my brother who lives just up the driveway.  Third, I was at the grocery store ten minutes away.  All she had to do was call me home. 

When I did arrive home and saw what happened, the 26 year old blamed the 3 year old.  Who wouldn’t?!  And after making sure she did not damage the security system and wiring, we had the door frame repaired.  By the way, the door closes much better than it used to, so she figures she did a good deed there too. 
I am proud of The Blonde overall.  She and The Ninja took their athletic skills yesterday and competed in a Triathalon Sprint.  That’s my girls!  Have a great week!