Like a Ninja

Ever since he was a very Little Brother, his nickname has been “Monkey.” If it was there, the kid would climb it.

Just now, he woke up and came downstairs.

“What’s up, Monk?” I greeted him.

“I’m not a monk,” he informed me. “Monks do this all the time,” bowing his head and folding his hands in prayer.

“I’ll bet some of them altar serve,” I commented.

He brightened (I thought the mention of altar-serving did it) and then zipped out of praying-hands mode into full-on Ninja warrior moves–kind of like Tai Chi but speedier.

“Some of them do this,” he told me. “Ninja Monks!”

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