Ninjahood

Today is Mother's Day. This morning Nick handed me a small hand bound book before jumping in the shower. I opened it and SURPRISE- the best Mother's Day present known to mankind. I wanted to share it since I love it so much. These scans aren't so hot and Nick's handwriting isn't the most legible of fonts so I will transcribe.


This is very much a story about motherhood, so brace yourself young'n.

In addition (or as an added bonus), this is a story about ninjahood.

Considering that once upon a time was indeed a time once, there was a boat and two particularly deadly ninjas.

Being quite deadly, they fell in love, which was nice.

Then, wouldn't you know it, they found a flashlight and some covers and...

A bump up and cropped up on the one (girl) ninja's belly.

My oh my, what could this be? A present?

After a comprehensive period of increasing bumpness (which was uncanny in its roundness), suddenly and with extensive warning, there was a new thing with a head that crowded out the rest of its it.

He was lovely.

An infant ninja of sorts.

What would they tell their dog? (Bark bark bark, ruff, bark bark)

Or their parents? (Blah blah blah, ruff, blah blah)

(Blablahblah, meow, blah blah)

However, soon enough their deadly quotient prospered due to the adept and uncanny skill with which their infant ninja adapted to ninjahood.

Oh my his kicks!

And karate chops!

Can it be said that these developments came to fruition because of the infant ninja's mother, her lovely nature and perfect discipline in matters of ninja love?

Yes. Absolutely yes it can.