Tuesday, March 20, 2007

My son, the ninja

So, the other day, Jake started to show me how a ninja could use anything as a weapon. He decided to demonstrate with a belt of his, one that has a particularly heavy buckle. He started swinging it over his head, and explaining something that I didn't quite catch, as I was in the middle of washing dishes, and I've told him a million times that I can't hear him when the water is running.

Jake: ...(stuff I can't really hear)

Me (Not liking the swinging of the belt over his head AT ALL.): Be careful with that! Remember, you're not really a ninja!

Jake (After finally getting hit with the buckle, as we all knew was inevitable): The only part of me that's not a ninja is my balls.





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I'm ever so proud.

5 comments:

Jenn said...

Oh man!

Angela said...

I love kids! Man, that's awesome. *wipes away tears of laughter*

Amanda said...

Well, that's what they have to do to become versed in "Iron Crotch". Tell him he's on his way. :)

Jess said...

BWAH

CosmicAvatar said...

[rotflmao]