Toby woke up first: Mom, I changed my mind, I want be R2D2. I'm R2D2 today.
Ben was next about a half hour later: Mom, I need my light saber. Where is my light saber?
Chase, was last, and in his dark room, laying in his crib, I heard him crying out: Mom!!!! I-wan Staw-Wos! I-wan Staw-Wos!
And so this was the start of my day...again. All we talk about, watch, play, pretend is Star Wars. We currently have 6 light sabers so unfortunately when one of theirs gets taken away due to one of them, usually the 2 year old, getting hit in the face with it, they just go and find one of the extras.
Toby dresses up as Darth Vader and stalks people at Costco.
Chase has a Yoda tattoo on his arm that is looking like it will be there forever. How come some last a day and others last for weeks?
Ben is playing the legos star wars game on the computer downstairs right now and pleading for my help.
Do you see the world I live in? Or should I say galaxy?