The Monkey and her parents were visiting earlier.
The Monkey told me about her starting Tae Kwon Do classes tomorrow.
Then she demonstrated her pre-existing maddish skillz. This involved her walking back and forth in the living room, throwing punches and saying “Wichita! Wichita!”
Then, “I’ll use my nunchuks. And then… Wichita! Wichita!”
Her Dad and I discussed KARATE KID, which, of course, led to her dancing around saying, “Wax on. Wax off. Wax on. Wax off.”
A few moments later…
Monkey’s Dad: This is for SELF-DEFENSE.
Monkey: Uh huh. Yeah. Wichita! Wichita!
As they were leaving…
Monkey (threateningly): Wait until after my class tomorrow.
Peter: You better take more than one class, you little turd.”
Monkey: I’ll only need one class to beat ya! You’ll be my practice dummy!
Peter: You’re my every day dummy. (Not my best work. I was tired!)
Monkey: Well, you’re my every HOUR dummy and —
Then her parents pulled her out the door with them as they left.