Friday, January 15, 2010

Ninja princess

Val scored some sweet ninja costumes today via Freecycle. We both had fun playing with them; I was rather astonished that the full ninja-suit complete with scary mask (from a sort of warrior costume) didn't phase Elaine in the least. In fact as the ninja-clad Val leaped around roaring (we're still working on the whole ninjas are silent thing) all Elaine did was watch with interest and then laughed and clapped at some of the more "frightening" poses. Should I be worried? I think I should be worried.


After a whole afternoon of ninja play a sad-faced Val came and found me in the kitchen. I knelt down to give her a hug.


"What's the matter, sweetie?"


"Me sad." Obviously.


"How come?"


"I don't want to be a ninja, Mom," she said mournfully, hanging her head.


"Why not?"


"I can't like ninjas," sadly.


"Oh really? It looked to me like you were having a super fun time being a ninja."


"But Mommy, I'm... I'm a princess, Mommy," she sounded so disappointed with herself. She had tried to be a ninja and wanted to be one so badly but in the end, she couldn't do it. She was really a princess.


It was all I could do to keep from laughing. I smiled.


"Yes, sweet girl, you ARE a princess. Do you want to wear your princess dress now?"


Her attitude instantly transformed into happy energy.


"YES! Yes, Mommy!"


She ran off to change. I don't know why she felt the need to tell me all this but I'm glad I got to see it.

3 comments:

  1. I just love it--I can just see the look on her face:).

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  2. Yes Please; Pictures would be ever so nice.

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  3. We need to see pictures of the Ninja.

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