Wednesday, November 18, 2009
El Guille asked if I would play Ninjas with him. "How do you play?" I asked him.
He explained how one person hides and the other person tries to find the first person. Then he drew out his hands, made them into guns, and emitted gunshot noises from his mouth.
"Ninjas don't use guns," I immediately injected, because I am a know-it-all and a fun squash-er. (So I like my children to play their imaginary games with a dedication to historical accuracy--SUE ME.)
Apparently, the revelation that ninjas didn't use guns is a disappointment. Just wait for your further lessons on 17th Century Japan, child, there will be a quiz on the rise of the Tokugawa Shogunate.
I agreed to play Ninjas after we looked up throwing stars on Google. (Why I agreed to play after the tutorial on throwing stars and not before the tutorial on throwing stars is a lingering mystery.) It's my turn to hide first. I pick a spot around the corner in our very dark formal living room. E.G. creeps up the stairs and creeps back down. I jumped out, all silent in deadly ninja pose, as he turned to go into the living room. He jumped back and started crying. "TOO SCARY! You can't be that scary, mom, you're not supposed to be that scary!" He sobbed and sobbed.
Kid. Seriously. You wanted to play Ninjas and now I am going to play the crap out of historically-accurate ninjas. My new go-to outfit will include veiling my face and I shall work it with super stealth. I will take up Kanji for daily communication. I may go as far as to consider a resume supplementation indicating an interest in part time ninja-ry.
After the upsetting events of the previous evening, and some deep ninja soul-searching, followed by a long ninja bath, we had friends over for homemade churros y chocolate. Because Ninjas eat mostly churros, right?
(And before you ask, here's the recipe: Make some churros. And some chocolate. Eat.)
Posted by Carina at 11/18/2009 11:12:00 PM