Minjen Turtles!
Never heard of a Minjen Turtle? Yeah, me neither. Then one night, Linus was constantly talking about Minjen Turtles. He'd say it really fast: "Minjen Turtle!", and then he'd do this elaborate five-second routine of karate chops and kicks and sound effects. Then he'd say it again. "Minjen Turtle!"
Then I figured it out. "Aw, shit," I thought. "Somebody's told him about the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles."
Sure enough, that was it. Now, I know for a fact that he's never seen the Ninja Turtles on TV or anywhere else for that matter. Why would he? It's a crappy 15 year old cartoon franchise that has about as much cache today as the Smurfs, Care Bears or He-Man. Though, to be fair, the Ninja Turtle video game didn't completely suck.
I think he learned about the Ninja Turtles from a kid at school named Benji. Benji's already five, and naturally, being an older kid, he has become a bad influence on my son. Today it's Ninja Turtles, tomorrow it's BB guns, then before I know it my son will be on crack and having unprotected sex in Haiti, all because of Benji!
I won't have it!
Of course, I don't have a rational explanation for why I dislike the Ninja Turtles. They're violent, for one thing, but he sees other violent stuff. They're old news, but he loves Scooby Doo. I can't explain it, but it's real, and I see no reason for him to start a relationship with the Ninja Turtles, but clearly I am too late. They have captured his imagination, despite the fact that I doubt that he's ever seen them. I was just going to have to accept this as a phase.
First things first, I tried to tell him the proper way to say "Ninja".
Me: "Linus, it's not Minjen. It's Ninja. NIN-JA."
Linus: "Minjen"
Me: "No, watch me. It's not 'min', it's 'nin'. Nnnnn. Starts with an 'N'. Nuh, nuh, nuh. Try that."
Linus: "No, that's not it. It's Minjen. That's how you say it. Minjen Turtles!"
Me, as he karate chops and kicks at the air: "Whatever."
So we go to the library that night, and lo and behold there is a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles video on the shelves. And Benji's at the library, too. Great. Benji shows Linus the video and tells him to tell me to check it out for him. I'm thinking, "Hey, Benji, why don't you go play in traffic for a few minutes, OK?"
Linus shoves the video into my arms, along with the other videos we have about bears, tigers and pandas. Then he and Benji go terrorize the other kids with their faux Ninja routine. Meanwhile, I slyly put the video back, thinking he'll never notice it's missing.
Once we were back home he noticed immediately, and began a 20 minute crying fit. I had no alibi other than to say that I thought I had it, but must have forgotten it. That didn't satisfy him at all, and I felt bad for lying to him.
Last night, we finally came home with the damn Ninja Turtles. He's all amped to watch it tonight for the first time when he gets home from school. It will annoy me to no end to have it on, but maybe I can turn it into a positive by using it to engender in him an interest in karate, or perhaps herpetology.
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