My boys eat, breathe, and dream Star Wars.
It dominates their conversations, pencil drawings, birthday wish-lists.
They duel with imaginary light sabers in the back of the van on the way to church. ("I get to be Anakin!" "Okay, then I'm Obi-Wan!")
We sense that it's starting to get out of hand. As in, they might actually love something more than their mother, which just isn't right. At all.
So I may have to go hide all their Star Wars figures. (And Star Wars ships, and Star Wars LEGOS, and Star Wars pajamas, and Star Wars books, and Star Wars video games, and Star Wars underwear...)
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