Yoda and Captain Winky

This artwork has made the cover of our blog book appropriately titled,

"2008 - The Return of the Jedi"

(click on image to enlarge)

I don't think it's headliner news to say that we're going through a Star Wars obsession in this house. We've been suffering from Jedi Fever for months now. And when the Empire strikes three little boys, there doesn't seem to be a cure in the Galaxy. Each of my boys (including Aaron) has their own light saber. The living room is their battle zone. Weapons are not allowed in the kitchen, especially during dinner time... but that doesn't mean they don't substitute their breadsticks or string cheese for imaginary light sabers. When I say we've been attacked by the clones, I am not kidding, people! It's bad! Obi-Wan you're our only hope!

In December, when trying to teach about Hanukkah, I asked my boys if they knew what JEWS were... Ben responded, "I know what a Jawa is, but not a Jew." Oh, and did I forget to mention that everything Ben says is in the voice of (the annoying) Jar-Jar Bings? And Luke, who would rather be addressed as "Skywalker" apparently knows Ewok launguage. When I ask him to unload the dishwasher, he gives me a handful of noises and expects me to translate.

The Force is especially strong with Little Yoda. He eats, drinks and breaths Star Wars and he's always armed in case of a surprise attack. He will not leave the house without his light saber... and often has more than one hooked to his pants. Frankly, I am getting tired of telling Zack, "There are too many weapons hooked to your belt! Your pants are falling down!" I appreciate the fact that he wants to protect his family, but his underwear is showing constantly!

With that said, I think you can appreciate what happened this morning. I was busy getting breakfast on the table when I heard this conversation,

Zack:Daddy, you better stand back! I have three light sabers!

Aaron: It looks like I see four.

Zack: No! I only have three, see?

Aaron: You better count again. I think there's four. Go ask mommy how many weapons she sees.

Zack runs over to me wanting to get my opinion, and I just burst out laughing... His three lightsabers were so heavy that his pj bottoms were really sagging. And this morning, he had no underwear to keep him from being fully exposed. There were four weapons all right. One of them happened to be Captain Winky.


THIS, my friends, is exactly why I am so glad my camera is back in business. I realize I am going to be punished in the afterlife for exposing my children on my blog the way I do... but I just can't help it! I figure it's just payback for all the headache Zack has given me. I mean, he deserves to be made fun of every once in a while, dontcha think?

And if you're wondering if I have been bit by the Star Wars bug, the answer would be yes. I really do love the movies. SHOCKER! I think Kevin Shosted would be proud.. he's an old friend from high school who forced me to sit through all 3 episodes (IV, V, VI) in ONE WEEKEND. I thought it was pure torcher at the time, but I have finally been converted. It really is a great story and I am enjoying the "craze" while it lasts... I am grateful something has replaced Transformers..