the force be with you...

A month ago or so, Kevin and I had the boys. He huddled upstairs in the UFROG [unfinished room above the garage that is no longer unfinished so in actuality is a FROG but we have never stopped calling it the UFROG] with them and watched all three of the original episodes of Star Wars. They haven't stopped talking about those movies since...especially 6 year old Harrison. A couple weeks ago Veronica purchased a $2.oo Darth Vader mask for him to play with and I happened to stop by that afternoon to see him decked in I think Spiderman pajamas, a black plastic Superman cape and that mask. He also had a holster and play guns strapped to his waist. The purest picture of boyhood I can conjure up.

I asked Veronica earlier today what he needed for his birthday. [I quickly qualified that with what he needed in a purely Americanized, commercialized, don't need a thing way and not a children are starving all over the world category of need. Guilty.] Kevin took off early and we went shopping. In less than an hour we're meeting at Pizza Hut to celebrate his birthday. My dad got him a voice changer Darth Vader mask, and Uncle Kevin and Aunt Ret just went nuts at Wal-Mart. I need to stop blogging about it and start wrapping the Yoda animated doll that speaks 500 phrases, the interactive video laser game, an Anikan lightsaber with sounds and vibrations, Star Wars sandals and short set, The Phantom Menace & The Attack of the Clones DVD's, and a Darth Vader beach blanket. Ka-ching, ka-ching...but it was fun, and Kevin always got stuck shopping for Barbies....so. The force be with you Harrison...and I hope you weren't anticipating "The Incredibles". [Just in case, he's getting that DVD as well...]

Can. Not. Wait.