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!”