Karate Class

Posted on Tue 09/30/08 in Fatherhood

We, as parents, are constantly trying to find activities our kids enjoy. Music class, Soccer Tots, art explosion, gymnastics, and Little Sluggers are among some of the choices. Our little Ethan tends to get a bored with some of these classes about half way in. We can't make him love sitting in a circle and singing songs about pretty butterflies. So, we keep trying to find the perfect fit for our energetic two-year old boy.

At camp this summer, he came home talking about karate, and our neighbors have a daughter who is really enjoying the class. Since martial arts are based on focus, respect, and discipline, we figured it would be good for him. Besides, a little ass whooping from a four-year old once a week will teach our son some important lessons.

We attended Rosh Hashana services today before the trial karate class, so we had to run home and change first. Beth waited in the car with our sleeping daughter, so I went in to change mine and Ethan's clothes. Beth said she had laid his clothes out on his bed.

What I saw on the bed left me wondering what kind of soccer mom was living in my house. I figured she'd have him in some sweats and a t-shirt. But, no... She did go all the way this time. A full ninja outfit was spread across the sheets, including weaponry. Since I'd already reached my battle quota for the month, I decided it best to just go with the flow.

Somewhat understandably, we were kindly advised that we were not invited back after today, since Ethan had severed the heads of three students, one instructor, two parents, and one small prissy show dog in a handbag.

In the end, there can be only one. He knows that.