I watched, unblinking as the child tried desperately to incapacitate his fake opponent with a series of kicks and punches that he probably saw in a movie. What had I been thinking when I had signed up to instruct a kids' karate class? They were hopeless. I tried desperately to demonstrate some variation of proper form, hoping they would see how the move was supposed to look. The tikes just stared back at me as if I had three heads, then went back to hitting their mannequins. And each other. Oh gosh what had I gotten in to? I briefly wondered, as two boys began wrestling, if there was anyway I could get out of this. But no. With a sigh, I realized my fate was solidified and I was now in charge of teaching twelve little boys karate. It was going to be a long day.