You are Dothan's newest ninja. Oh wait - am I allowed to say that? Or is the first rule of being a ninja 'Don't Talk About Being a Ninja'?
Let's just assume it's safe to talk about.
I found out that Dothan offered this class for little boys a while ago, and had intended on signing you up right away, but never got around to it (Second Child Syndrome strikes again!). I finally did last month and you couldn't be happier. You wear a Super Cool Ninja Uniform - a black shirt with glare-y ninja eyes on the front and NINJA IN TRAINING written on the back and a black headband with NINJA written across the front. When you're all decked out, you look like a force to be reckoned with. With menacing dimples. And terrifying freckles.
I think you were expecting to do some serious American Ninja Warrior-type stuff in your class, and while you may one day graduate to the salmon ladder and warped wall, all ninja greats have to start at the bottom. And the bottom includes climbing over and jumping off of foam pads, rolling down inclined mats, walking along the balance beam, and doing ninja rolls (to the untrained eye, one might think they were somersaults. But one would be wrong. And one would be quickly chastised and loudly corrected and shown the error of her ways).
After those obstacles, you and your class head to the giant pit of foam blocks. I'm not gonna lie, it looks really fun. I kind of wish you little ninjas would leave so I could play in it. There's a lot of jumping, flailing, climbing, throwing, and falling. And then your teacher brings over the big rope so you guys can practice swinging on the rope and landing in the pit. Or, if you're four and your names rhymes with Barley, holding on to the rope with one hand, running toward the pit, throwing the rope out your hand, and belly flopping into the foam pit. Same difference, really.
After each class, you're as drenched as if you had just taken a shower with your ninja clothes on. The Sweaty Ninja has a nice ring to it.
A few weeks ago, Daddy put you to bed and you gave him a message for me. "Daddy, will you ask Mommy that I love her?" Will you ask Mommy that I love her?!! Ack. Your cuteness level is the best.
You have been on a serious Lego kick this month. You've already announced that you'd only like Star Wars Legos and superhero Legos for your birthday and Christmas. I asked you if that meant you were outgrowing your Duplos and you quickly reassured me that "No way! I'll probably have these Duplos when I'm an adult, especially because I want to be a Stay at Home Guy when I grow up." (You've got it in your mind that your dream job is to be a Stay at Home Guy. You can't pinpoint exactly what this job entails other than staying at home playing with toys. Solid plan from a four-year-old ...)
The Sweaty Stay at Home Ninja Guy has an even cooler ring to it. Not that you ever heard me talk about you being a ninja.
Hugs and smooches,
Mommy & Daddy
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