This weeks washing is a little different though:
Lots of gi. And itty bitty gi to boot. K took Meg and Amy to aikido with him on Saturday. I used to do karate and sometimes muck around with Meg showing her my (utterly unco-ordinated) roundhouse kicks. I have to do it now as she will cease to be impressed as soon as she sees the real thing! K does not muck around doing martial arts with them as he takes his martial arts very seriously (he has also done judo (high school) and kendo (elementary school) and does taichi, too.) When Meg said she wanted to do a martial art though K suggested aikido as it is not as violent as karate and Daddy knows what he's doing so can help her out.
Where Meg goes Amy has to go to so off all three of them went.
And came home fast asleep.
Meg had had a ball and spent Sunday raving about shita-harai and ue-harai and pretending you are holding a ball and using a stick and and and... she is sold and wants to join.
I asked Amy if she had fun and she sighed and said she thought she would stay home next week as she was a little tired by the end and she is only five still and anyway, poor mummy at home all alone must need someone to stay with her.
So I guess I'll pack up the ittiest bitty gi for the time being and the washing machine will breathe a small sigh of relief.