So be it....Jedi.

Being a parent is so neat. It’s amazing to see a child grow from an infant into someone that can interact with you.

Yesterday, I was cooking dinner when we got back from the hospital. (B’s mom had to have a knee replacement surgery. It is my understanding they just had to do some work to her kneecap and did not have to replace the original replacement.) I guess B went outside to talk to Parker, who was back from borrowing the gas can. Well, M comes into the kitchen with his light savers (not sabers…savers) and tells me that I am Darth Vadar and we begin to fight with the light sabers. He was climbing up on to furniture and maneuvering around to fight me. He told me, “I am a Jedi Knight.” You can’t tell the kid is a Star Wars freak like his father and his uncle Bubba. LOL! When I went out to tell B dinner was ready, I told him I needed to be saved from the Jedi. He mentioned, “Oh yeah, he said he was going to train with you so he could fight Darth Vadar.” What an imagination!
My question is: how come I had to be Darth Vadar? Why couldn't I be Queen Padme Amidala? How about Princess Leia Organa Solo? No, I had to be the guy that went rogue....