I'm Going Out to Battle...

"I'm going out to baaaa-tle, I'm a Samurai!  I'm going out to baaa-tle.  I'm a samurai!"  I heard over and over from the school room as I sat working with Gracie.  This sing-song was interspersed with the thud, thud of cardboard.  I tiptoed out to the keeping room to find David, my armor clad boy, waving his cardboard tube sword frantically in the air.  He clomped around the keeping room, "I'm going out to baaa-tle.  I'm a samurai!" 

/thunk/ 

/whap/

 "DAAAAVID!  Stop!"

 "I'm going out to baaa-tle.  I'm a samurai!" /whap/ /thunk/

"DAVID!  Argh!"

/giggle/ /thunk/ /whap/ "I'm going out to baaa-tle!  I'm a samurai!"

I suppose the upside to this is that he's paying attention in history.  Or at least he's paying attention when there is murder and mayhem present.