Aren’t you a little short for a stormtrooper?

The Force is strong in our house these days*.

As I type, the omnipresent hum of a light saber indicates that some Jedis are near, or are those Ewoks...

Darth Vader is a frequent dinner guest. He's a meat and potatoes kind of guy.

The dark side has been known to compel Cruz to create messes...

And stickers on the wood floors have been known to summon my dark side...

He's still studying to decide which side to join.

Miles on the other hand, has made his choice, and is absolutely sure that he has fought the real Darth Vader when participating in the Jedi Training Academy at Disneyland. I'm not so sure that he is wrong. The dude was like 7 ft tall. But Miles took it to him. Avery methodically sparred with Darth Maul, and then my camera ran out of battery.

His love of a galaxy far far away has inspired him to learn this as well:

So it looks like for the next little while I am going to have to get used to picking up teeny tiny light sabers and dodging large ones, and George Lucas can just sit back and enjoy the residuals.

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*And despite the fact that I had Star Wars themed checks in High School, I'm not even sure what the Force refers to, or if it is good or bad, or both. The check decision must have been an attempt to impress the boys...

Fat Lip

Just as Ben was walking out the door to go watch a fight Miles crashed and burned on a neighbors too small bike. Ben said he needed stitches and I incredulously asked him if he was going to do it...I forget, one, that Ben really is a doctor and two, that the face actually falls under his realm of care. So I hesitantly gave authorization. Miles didn't like the "pinch burn" (the numbing shot) but otherwise handled it like champ...while looking like first runner up.

Matching

I tried.