Lego is the Captain’s thing. It’s what he does when we aren’t forcing him to do boring things like eat, wash, and sleep.
For his birthday, he received some Ninjago Lego. Now we have daily conversations about ninjas. Is this weapon cooler than this one? Which is better, the blue ninja or the red ninja? Who do you think would win in this particular spinjitzu battle matchup?
Once while I was doing the dishes, he crept up behind me, ninja-like. “Boo!” he said softly, as he poked me in the back. I jumped about 10 feet in the air.
Most. Hilarious. Thing. Ever.
Since then he’s tried every day, many times a day, to recreate the moment. The problem is that he’s a leadfoot. Without gurgling, running water to cover his approach, he’s unable to pull off the sneak. The floor creaks, his feet thud on the floor; a soft giggle gives him away.
He’s no ninja.
I can fake an endless passion for talking about the Golden Weapons Of Spinjitzu but I can’t fake surprise. He knows when he’s been unsuccessful.
But that doesn’t stop the trying. Every morning when he tiptoes down for breakfast. Every evening when he creeps down in his jammies for a bedtime snack.
“Boo!” he’ll say. “Did I scare you?”
He’s only mildly disappointed when I say no. He is never discouraged. He’ll try his ninja moves again later.
“Mom, want to see my ninja battle? Who do you think will win, the blue ninja or the red ninja?”
This post is part of Brie‘s Monday Moments series – this week’s theme was “surprise.”