It is always a little hectic in our house in the morning, as I am sure it is in any house that has kids that are school aged.  There are the showers and packing of lunches, getting back packs ready, signing permission slips.  This morning, I was sitting at the table looking over some homework, Boy #1 was getting himself ready for school and boy #2 was nowhere to be found, which is not out of the ordinary!  I suddenly felt a “tap, tap, tap” on my foot under the table.  I knew who it was.  Here is what then took place:

ME: “Collin, come out from under the table please”

CC: “Oh, man how did you know that was me?  Weren’t you scared?”

ME: ”No, I was not scared.  I pretty much could hear you sliding across the floor.”

CC: “Rats!  I am never going to be a Ninja!”

ME: (Laughing out loud) “Collin, you are so funny!”

CC: “Hey, don’t laugh!  I have dreams, you know!”

My question is, where do you go to college to major in Ninja-ism?