Done Worse

One of my favorite books to read to AJ is titled Tsubame The Ninja.

It is a fairly ridiculous story about a family of ninjas who look like a normal Japanese family by day and train like Ninjas at night. Its charms include awesome drawings and the somewhat shaky English translation (I love a sign in the family’s living room that says “Silent Step. Quiet Step. Ninja Step” with a picture of a kid dressed up like a ninja tiptoeing across the room with his eyes shut.)

Near the beginning of the book, Tusbame comes home (looking like a regular school kid) and with a look of pure joy, leaps into the house, throwing off his regular school kid clothes to reveal his ninja clothes underneath. His mother is looking on with a face that says “hey, pick up your clothes and put away your backpack!!!” AJ and I were giggling over the drawing as we read the book last night.

This morning he jumped out of bed all perky and happy and, after giving me some snuggles, he went back to his room to dress himself. After I dragged myself out of bed and got dressed in a far less perky manner, he gave me a sly smile and told me he was “a soccer player under his clothes”.

Um, okay, I told him (having no idea what he was talking about), sounds good.

When we arrived at at my parents’ house, he announced that everyone should gather around, that he had a trick to show us. He then rapidly pulled off all of this clothes and revealed that he was, indeed, a secret soccer player.

He may not have full ninja training, but he clearly does have some mad skillz 🙂