The really sweet thing about dating someone is learning all those stories about your beloved. CS has some doozies. Some make me laugh, some make me cry, some make me scratch my head and wonder how he survived his childhood intact. Here’s one of my favorites (I was reminded of it reading Moondance’s post about Owl’s new karate interest).

When CS was 13, he wanted to be a ninja. Seriously. He watched a movie called “Enter the Ninja” over and over that gave him the tools he needed. He practiced daily, wore the appropriate attire, the whole deal. “How does one practice to be a ninja?” I asked him. He happily explained. First, you create your own obstacle course. His went around the house and through the back yard. He’d jump over things and dodge other things and worked on getting “the best time.” Also, he told me that he “worked on being stealthy.” So how does one work on that skill? Here’s how CS did it.

Early one morning, CS woke up and put on his black ninja garb. He then sneaked outside and onto the top of his step-father’s box truck. He lay in wait flat on the roof of the truck until his victim, er, I mean his step-father, got in the truck to drive off. Then CS struck! He jumped from the roof to the windshield in one fell swoop with sword in hand. Except CS could not afford a real sword, so his sword was instead a bow from a toy bow and arrow set he had. He just jumped down and stared at his step-father, all ninja-like. He didn’t utter a sound–because who doesn’t know that ninjas don’t speak??

His step-father managed NOT to crash the truck, but he still gets the shakes when you mention this story to him. And his eyes glaze over and go god-knows-where. It’s like he was in ‘Nam, poor fella. It makes me wonder if Sun will take after her father and scare the bejesus out of me one day on my drive to work.