Monday, February 20, 2006


The five year old has suddenly conceived of a passion for karate. She is bouncing around the living room, attacking furniture and occasionally kicking the eight year old by "mistake." She is begging me to send her to karate school.

The Warrior Monk is relieved. He has been worrying about her for well, years now, but even more so since he played Barbies with her yesterday. She had her Barbie ask the Ken doll he was charged with whether he wanted to come play in the hot tub with her. When Ken eagerly accepted, Barbie kept coming up with reasons to put him off, including a vague previous engagement with "Jer."

See! I said, she already knows how to defend herself.

No he says. Karate. That'll do the trick.


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