Today after karate class the girls and I were eating dinner at a greasy spoon, waiting for our grub, and talking about imaginary karate techniques. It went something like this:

“I’m training for my rainbow belt.”

“Well I’m training for my one thousand black belt.”

“The rainbow belt is after that. Duuuuh!”

“It is not.”

“Is too.”

“Then I’m training for my pink belt.”

“Do you know Red Apron?”

“No.”

“Then you can’t get your pink belt. That’s required. You know … RED. PINK.”

“And so is Evading Form Seventeen.”

“Do you know Shattering Mirror?”

“No, but I know … Dubious Reflection.”

“What about Stare of Death?”

“So what you just … look at them funny and they die?”

“Yes.”

“I don’t know that one either.”

“You better get on that.”