Martial Arts

I signed lil brother up for martial arts class yesterday, but frankly was a lil concerned about what I might be getting myself into... since he is the miniature reincarnation of Genghis Khan himself on any given day. Not sure why I was given a warrior child to parent...although Mr B has a few theories on that topic that I will NOT go into here...ahem. Nevertheless, signing lil brother up for martial arts means that I have to get on the interstate and fight rush hour traffic, will have to locate all the pieces of the uniform as well as the water bottle and try not to forget it on the counter, and then PAY for someone to teach lil brother round house kicks and the like...which we all know he's going to practice on me, the dog, the cat, his brother, the neighbor, his grandmother, et al. (Notice Mr B is not in the list of potential victims. Kid ain't dumb). So anyway, against my better judgement I put my money on the counter and watch lil brother on his first lesson. And he is INTENSE 'bout this stuff. Totally taking these kick @ss lessons s'riously, as you might expect. But at the end of the class the instructor makes the class turn to their parents, look them in the eye, and BOW TO THEM while yelling their thanks in Korean. And let me tell you what...I woulda paid double for that alone. I've already signed lil brother up for the fall class. I'm getting my money's worth on this one.