For Christmas, Boris got a set of ninja gear...
Most of the smaller pieces are, of course, lost by now, but he's managed to hang onto the swords.
Walking around the house, minding my own business, I'm regularly attacked from behind by a pajama-wearing, sword-wielding, jutsu-spouting ninja master...
A ninja master that punches much harder than his age might suggest...
This is his serious face.
This is the face that means, "hurry up, lesser human, while I still deign to acknowledge your inconsequential existence."
This is his guy face.
This is the face that makes all the girls in his class swoon.
This is his James Dean face.
(Although, I don't know if James Dean played with pink play-doh...)
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