The Ninja Lives

I can remember watching the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles with the kids when they were little.  It might be what actually got them interested in taking Karate lessons for a while.  They just thought all those moves were amazing.  My best friend was also very involved in the art of Karate and often helped the kids learn techniques.  I think I still have a few bruises from volunteering to be a test dummy.  I don't use the word dummy lightly either!  I got tossed around my living room like a rag doll. That's my friend - "The Ninja"

But there is more to being a Ninja than throwing people, using self defense and using those ridiculous looking weapons from medieval times!  You must be quick and silent and work in darkness!  That is also my friend - "The Ninja".  And my children have used her skills wisely.  Particularly "Pook".  "The Ninja" and the kids have an agreement.  She won't rat them out (unless it is dangerous not to), but she also will not lie if I ask her. It works for me, because I trust her and so do the kids.

Like I said, "Pook" has used her several times to escape my wrath.  He has been known to make daring leaps of faith.  Don't get too excited, that just means he takes a flying leap from the doorway of his bedroom and belly flops onto his bed.  The first time he did it, he broke the center of his boxspring.  That incident was hidden for quite a while, until I sat on his bed one day and noticed the nest that was the middle of his bed.  He confessed, got yelled at and we moved on.

It was quite a while before I was made aware of his second BIG incident.  Apparently, he called "The Ninja" one day and in a panic asked her to get to the house immediately.  When she arrived, obviously concerned at the call, she found my son very pale and nervous.  He took her to his room and begged her to fix his bed before I got home.  This leap was epic.  He snapped the sideboard of his bed in half.  "The Ninja" is very skillful at a lot of things and fortunately for "Pook" repairing furniture is one of them.  Somehow they managed to piece and bolt that thing back together within an hour.  I am sure they were both nervous when I got home, but I never notice.

Now, I love to rearrange the furniture.  Periodically I will go into the kids rooms, usually in hazmat gear and do a major cleaning and rearranging.  I cannot tell you how many times I moved that bed around after it was broken.  I now understand why "The Ninja" would show up mysteriously with "Pook" to offer help every time I did.  When they finally told me, I had to go and look at the bed.  No way I missed that!  Yea - I missed that.  "The Ninja" lives.