Into a brand knew trip

The Little Warrior loves Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. Being a second child, many of the things that Wy has, or likes, are what his big brother liked or had. Not Ninja Turtles. They are Wy's alone, even though he can't say 'ninja' --- Wy pronounces it 'jinjun.'

The other night found me in the front room trying to explain the plot of Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest to the Elder Boy when Wy hollered at me from the back of the house. My room to be exact. He was watching his beloved Ninja Turtles on DVD, and wanted me to operate the remote control and select another episode.

I was glad for an excuse to leave the front room and my explanation of Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest. You try explaining that movie to a five year old.

In the bedroom, Wy was standing in front of the TV (which sits on my dresser,) pointing at the screen and the episode he wanted me to select. Mind you, Wy can't read.

Following orders, I selected his chosen episode, and walked to my closet to change my clothes. Undressing, I watched Wy climb onto our bed to watch the opening credits. As soon as the song fired up, Wy started doing what looked like a 1970s era Elvis karate demonstration. He was punching, kicking, and bouncing. He also sang every fifth word.

Since I was laughing, I was caught off guard when Wy jumped off the bed and ran to the same position he had been when he selected the episode. At first I thought he was going to point something out to me on screen.

As usual, I was wrong.

Instead, Wy tucked into a ball, and did this crazy ass run and roll move, that stopped short when he crashed into the dresser. Hard. So hard that Ruby the dog poked her head out from under the bed (where she was more than likely eating the stuffing from the underside of the box springs) to see what the ruckus was all about. Wy was fine though. He popped right back up, as if it was all planned, and started doing the kung fu moves through the remainder of the opening.

22 minutes later deja stu. I was back in the front room still trying to explain the plot of Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest to the Elder Boy (what's worse, that I can't explain the plot or that I let him watch this movie in the first place?) when Wy hollered at me from the bedroom to operate the remote control.

After selecting the next episode, which Wy picked from the screen, I stuck around to watch his kung fu show. This time he stayed on the bed, and didn't do the crazy roll thing, which offered me the chance to see what was on screen when he had done it earlier.

You see Dear Reader, Wy Wy wasn't doing a karate move. It wasn't kung fu. No. What Wy did at the 46 second mark of the intro, which you can watch for yourself HERE, was try and breakdance. Seriously.

Until I BLOG again...Everybody was kung-fu fighting.