Ninjas

We found this awesome children's album called "Snacktime" by Barenaked Ladies at the library.  I highly recommend.  It has such wonders as "7-8-9" (seven ate nine) and "Eraser," an actual ode to the wonders of an eraser.  Aidan and I both love it - we'll be purchasing.

Anyway, there's a song on there about ninjas.  The dude wakes up and he can tell the ninjas have been in his home - things are moved, etc.  The chorus is, "The ninjas are deadly and silent; they're also unspeakably violent.  They speak Japanese, they do whatever they please, and when you pull of their masks, they'll be smilin'."  We've sung it a bunch of times in the last week or two.

Last night, on the way home from soccer, Aidan got to thinking.  It's not always easy to keep a straight face; sometimes harder than others.  Especially when he's dead serious.  His narrative went something like this....

"They got the song all wrong.  This guy doesn't know anything about ninjas.  First of all, ninjas don't move things - you'd never know they'd been there.  I know.  I'm a real ninja--and am I speaking Japanese right now?  No!"