Below is the conversation that occurred in the back seat of my car last night.
Bear (5 years old): Ballerina! I know what we should ask for for Christmas. Jedi lightsabers. Then we can have lightsaber fights.
Ballerina (3 years old): Okay, Bear. But don’t we have lightsabers already? [I think she meant the light swords we bought them at Disney… over a year ago.]
Bear: I’m talking about real lightsabers. They have them at Target. Right, Mom?
Me: Um, yeah.
Ballerina: If we fight with lightsabers, who do you want to be?
Bear: I’ll be Anakin. That means my lightsaber has to be blue. You need to be… um…
Ballerina: Can I be Han Solo?
Bear: No. We will be playing a Revenge of the Sith [Bear pronounces it Siff] fight. Han Solo isn’t in Revenge of the Sith.
Ballerina: Oh. Then… who can I be?
Bear: You can be Padme. We can give you a purple or pink lightsaber. That’s okay for girls.
Ballerina: Who will be the dark Jedi? [Not sure if she meant Mace Windu/Samuel Jackson or the “dark side” Jedi/Emperor.]
Bear: It’ll be just you and me.
Ballerina: Huh? Padme and Anakin are both good. They can’t fight.
Bear: No, Ballerina, I’m going to be bad Anakin, from the end of Revenge of the Sith. Remember? He turns bad.
Ballerina: So wait. Will you be a good guy or a bad guy? [Incredulous that anyone would choose to be a bad guy.]
Bear: A bad guy. Bad Anakin. From Revenge of the Sith. [At this point I’m thinking he just likes to say “Revenge of the Siff.”]
Ballerina: So if just you and me fight, can I cut off your legs? In Revenge of the Sith, Obi-Wan Kenobi cuts off Anakin’s legs and then they put on new legs and then they put on a scary cape and then the put on his Darth Vader mask and then he’s Darth Vader.
Bear: Right. And after that he’s Darth Vader in Star Wars and Empire Strikes Back and Return of the Jedi and we know that he’s really Anakin but also Darth Vader.
Ballerina: Look, Mommy! Christmas decorations!
I’m wondering how many of you reading this have no idea what this conversation is all about, how many of you are impressed at what an awesome mom I am and how many of you are ready to call Child Services…