“I want to be a ninja when I grow up.
HI YA! … Cha cha cha.”
It’s good to have goals.
The boys saw all of about 5 minutes of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and are totally hooked. Pablo want black ninjas for Christmas and Doodles likes all the turtles. I’ve already reserved a list of books, comics and DVDs from the library to feed this latest fetish.
At first when Pablo and Doodles started liking knights and the like we didn’t have much to feed their new passion. So I bought them foam swords, helmets, and shields at The Dollar Store and drew a fleur-de-lis crest on an old t-shirt.
attempted knight helmet pumpkin carving
As a kid, I was never into Dungeons & Dragons or swordplay (unless you count light sabers and Jedi Knights), but I thought of one thing we had on hand.
I resorted to showing them most of … Monty Python’s The Holy Grail, which later led to playing the Spamalot soundtrack. Doodles’ favorite song became
“Always Look on the Bright Side of Life”.
We’ve since obtained Knight Lights (yes), a classic old Fisher Price castle, little plastic knights, wooden swords and shields, and even attended the Renaissance Festival (a whole other blog entry of material).
Sometime in March the 3-year-old Doodles was playing with his brother. He said to us:
“We’re Bright Side Knights. I’m a Knight of the Bright Side.”
Brilliantly sums up his disposition. It’s become an excellent reminder that no matter how bad your day is, you can’t let it affect you too much if you have kids. Or they’ll bring you out the funk at some point even if they were the cause of it. And if anyone else needs some cheering up, talk to me about babysitting.
In fact, this was also our Halloween costumes after the kids were in bed. We jousted.
Trying to locate the origins of the fetish.
Pablo made this and told me it was bad
because it eats magnets (not pictured, inside, trust me).
Filed under mustache, play
So many start one of these bad boys* and then don’t keep it up. I hope that using the iPhone I will be able to update le ‘stachebot on the fly. Hold me to it. Keep me busy and pure. And blogging whilst drinking.
So Pablo learned about China last week in preschool but obviously he didn’t learn about racism.
“Dad, I’m Chinese!”, he said as the noodle dangled Fu Manchu style from his mouth.
The mustache fetish continues.