Wednesday, January 6, 2010

ninja warriors

dear emily,

we had our last family dinner for hailey's 18th birthday before all the
chicks fly off to those terrible places that steal my children.  :(

max wondered if everyone knew he was getting the most 'hits' on my
blog.  "that's because you are the orneriest.  i'm trying to make young
mommies everywhere feel good about their rugrats."

it did, of course, remind me of two characteristic 'max' stories.  when
isaac was seven, he thought max was the funniest little guy ever (his
own personal 'calvin' minus the 'hobbes'.)

max, who was three, idolized isaac, his big brother who could do
anything better than anybody else.  to get any school work done,
i had to separate them into different rooms.

one time, isaac was drawing an intricate ninja warrior battle.  each
ninja had about three swords, a ten foot long spear, and multiple
machetes, knives, etc. hanging from their leather belts.  max was
bouncing up and down with anticipation of the picture's completion.

he just couldn't stand it anymore, and cried out, "when are you
going to have that ninja shove his spear into that guy and have
blood and guts and brains pouring out all over him?"


isaac quickly glanced at me to check my barometric pressure.  i
was speechlessly horrified, and before i could respond, both boys
were tumbling on the floor in a crazy wrestle laughing their head's
off.

i think i will save the other story for another day...

love,
lea

1 comment:

6p01156f21ee26970c said...

oh, my word, is that familiar...! Emily