My daughter loves playing Lego Star Wars on our aging Xbox 360.
Everything in my house is aging, old, or broken (including me!) but I digress…
As she was about to leave for school this morning, she held her hands in front of her as though wielding an invisible weapon and told me:
“I am Luke Skywalker’s teacher, and this is my Life Saber!”
“So, you’re Yoda?”
“NOOOO! I’m Obi Wan Kenobi!”
Damn it, kid. I’ll have you know that I saw Star Wars on the big screen in this theater:
back in 1977. TWICE. I owned an R2D2 necklace with actual moving pieces. I saw Episodes 5 and 6 on the big screen, too, back when they were known as the second and third movies in the trilogy, and I personally believe that Lucas ought to be walled up in a room in the bowels of Skywalker Ranch with nothing but the Prequels and a cask of Amantillado to keep him company.
What was that? You’re only five? It’s not your fault you haven’t seen the movies yet, and anyway Obi Wan was Luke’s teacher before Yoda?
Fine, Go on off to your “kindergarten”. I’ll deal with you later, Missy.