I should be doing last minute cleaning, while Aidan is napping, in preparation for an afternoon playdate. But I’m hiding from the dust bunnies to write this. Though Sean has found me quite quickly, asking my opinion on which Star Wars character will beat which other Star Wars character as he flips through a match-up battle book.
Yup, I feared the Disney take-over in my household, but with a bright smile, I handed the key to my sons’ hearts and minds over to an Empire of evil and good and aggressive negotiations of conflict resolving. I’m brilliant. At least I replaced all their “big” Star Wars action figures with the little mini ones because the mini ones have heads permanently attached. It took me months to find Count Dooku’s head. Though Yoda’s head is permanently missing. Lately Sean has been trying to convince me that he won’t pop off their heads anymore. No Jedi mind tricks are going to convince me of that. Not with a baby officially mobile in the house.
Sean just shoved a pirate into my face, an inch from my nose. Disney may be able to recapture my children’s hearts as they are producing a pirate show geared to preschoolers. And my boys love pirates.
Where was I? Right, I meant to write and avoid sweeping and dust bunnies because after the kids get done with the house this afternoon, no one will recognize the house as clean.