Thursday, September 3, 2009
Alternate Realities and Droid Blasters
Whirling Dervish is fascinated by all things Clone Wars. He's not into classic Star Wars, so much, just The Clone Wars. I can't believe a movie I watched as a bored five year old is now called "classic." You know you are old when . . .
At any rate, sometimes I look at my youngest son and think, "Who is this maniac and what has he done with my sweet five year old?" Too few and far between are the kisses and cuddles. Now they are replaced with requests to play Clone Wars and the pew-pew-pew of droid blasters in my general direction when I hesitate.
You know your Whirling Dervish is living in an alternate reality when . . .
*he insists on walking one step a head of you to protect you from Separate Forces
*wherever he goes, his droid blaster is at the ready
*each "Good morning, little man" is corrected by "I'm not your little man, I am ______" (fill in the blank with any appropriate Clone War character - just make sure it's different from yesterday's character)
*you are given disdainful looks when you mix up who is part of the Rebel Forces and who is a Separatist.
*every morning you reach for a crowbar to pry him out of his Anakin Skywalker pajamas
May The Force be with you.
(They still say that, don't they?)