ALL. THE. FREAKING. TIME.
Ethan's obsessed with Star Wars. OBSESSED. As I type this, he is in the living room dueling some visible-only-to-him Utapowan alien creature with both his blue and his red light sabers slicing and dicing, and claiming he's more powerful than Yoda (big talk for a 5 year old). He's also narrating every millisecond of the action with the least coherent string of seemingly unrelated words I've ever heard. In a British accent.
There are menacing faces being pulled, and an unlikely number of flailing, screaming death scenes being played out over and over again in the Jedi arena that is the space between the couch and the TV. This happens at least 5 times a day, 8 on the weekends. Occasionally I am unable to find any laundry that needs sorting or dishes that need to be loaded into the dishwasher & I find myself on the business end of a blue light saber and the cutest 3 foot tall Jedi since Yoda:
The Force is strong with this one...
oh, the drama!!!
And the grand finale---the gut-wrenching death scene in which our Jedi knight, having been struck down by the enemy, crawls to his light saber. Very touching.
A little bit of belated Christmas morning Darthness...