Today on the way home from the playground we ran into Brian, aka Looky Daddy, and his clan. Henry had his t-shirt hiked up so that the headhole was circling his face. He asked Sharon, aka Mrs. Looky Daddy (I think she's going to pummel me for calling her that, but oh well) if he looked cool, and she observed that he looked like a "white ninja." Because the t-shirt was white, you see. I believe she might have said something about white ninjas being the coolest, or extra-super dangerous. Something.
So when my son was running down the block, shouting, "White ninjas are the best! If you want to be a good ninja, you have to be a white ninja! WHITE NINJAS RULE"? That was why.
Just so we're clear on that.