To Karate Class!

On Monday nights, I have karate class. After years studying, then years away, I’m excited to be back in it. My boys have picked up on that excitement. As I was leaving for class, Andrew said he wanted to go to watch my class. Noah also wanted to go to… “see Daddy dance.” Nice. 😛

At class, things didn’t quite go as planned. Monday night was the night where the instructor decided to explain, in detail, what we were doing, which is fine, but probably more information than a five year old needs to hear. We learned about using an ippon nukite (is that spelled right? 🙂 to gouge an eye, and how a certain step in our kata (heian nidan?) is breaking an attacker’s elbow. Good stuff, in theory, but, again, not for a five year old. Angela quickly herded the boys into another room to play.

When we got home, as I was putting Andrew in bed, I talked to him about how he’s not to do anything unless and until he’s had formal training. Andrew asks, “You mean like the thing where you take one finger and poke someone in the eye?” as he pokes me in the eye! In the words of my brother, “he’s a natural!” 😎