Everybody was Kung Fu Fighting

A continuation on the theme that stereotypes exist for a reason. Boys are supposed to like certain kinds of toys: trucks, things to build, super heroes whilst girls like other kinds of toys like dolls, clothes, tea sets. Another stereotype is the idea that while little girls take gymnastics, little boys take karate.

Well the Mud Puddle is proving that particular theory true by becoming the Kung Fu kid around the house. Picture if you will: The Mud Puddle in skeleton pjs (they aren’t just for Halloween anymore apparently) one of my stretchy headbands worn across his forehead and making his ears stick out and bare feet. Now, put that image in motion: hands flying, feet kicking, and you have an idea of what every night has become like in our house.

The fact that the child has barely enough coordination to hold himself upright (I think it is that big head he has to carry around – we are big headed people for some reason) that his karate involves A LOT of falling down. I am also surprised that he hasn’t punched himself in the face yet. He gets going and his fists are flying fast and furious like three inches from his face.

We are contemplating signing him up for lessons but are not sure that doing official karate would make him happy. Karate as I understand it (from the Bruce Lee and Karate Kid movies I have watched) is about discipline, balance and being centered. Not about running full steam ahead before throwing out your leg, tripping yourself up and landing on a heap on the floor. But I also am guessing that professional karate peeps understand the attention span and abilities of a four year old. In the meantime, he can wear my headband (which I don’t even want back anymore – he takes it off in the weirdest places) and his pjs and HIGH YA his way around the house.