Iron Kung Fu, a.k.a. MacPhil

Wesley mentioned this little man a few posts back. This is a good picture, isn’t it? MacPhil drops by the house occasionally, usually with a devious look in his eyes. He has been affectionately named “Iron Kung Fu,” since his favorite movie (or is it a TV show?) bears that very name. Today I walked past him, stopped, made blades out of my hands, and slowly turned the blades into ‘iron’ fists. He responded with a giggle, which I took as an open mockery of my ability to do Kung Fu. I let it slide. Be the bigger man, Charlie, be the bigger man. I am planning on seeing him in the next couple of days, at which time we will pick up where we left off, promptly.