I Thought There Was a Party

A regular occurrence around the Sharp household is the ninja sighting. Now, let’s be clear, there are no actual ninjas. That would be cool if they were good ninjas like Snake Eyes, and really frightening if they were bad ninjas like Storm Shadow, but those are not the ninjas I am talking about.

The ninja sightings began a few years ago whenever the Zoologist was moved from a crib to a bed. We soon discovered that he liked to stealthily escape from his room. Most of the time he endeavored to sneak into, or just outside of, our room. He generally wanted to get caught because he just wanted to know what was going on in our room, and to make sure he wasn’t missing out on anything.

These days the ninja sightings have taken on a different flavor. The Zoologist and Ballerina share a room, so now they come right in our room with some random excuse about why they aren’t in bed at bedtime. Tonight was a classic example.

The Zoologist came wandering into our bedroom while we were watching TV and eating supper. The Ballerina followed along behind slowly, letting her older brother test to the waters so that she could quickly escape if he got in trouble. The reason for his appearance was that he wanted to find his new book and take it to bed. We dealt with that, and then I called the Ballerina in and asked her why she was out of bed.

“I thought there was a party,” she said. 

Yep, these are my kids.