When Girlie Bear and Little Bear were about Boo’s age, I bought them each a collapsible plastic lightsaber.  Yeah, it’s sometimes cool to have a dad who’s a geek.  The kids enjoyed beating on each other and me, and when they moved on to other toys, I put them up.  I stumbled across them in a closet this morning, and gave them to Boo.  He hasn’t put down his lightsaber since.  My hands and arms are a bit sore from being hit and swinging a lightsaber all morning, but it’s a good sore.

He’s currently all tuckered out after an extended post-lunch lightsaber duel.  It went kind of like this:

Of course, it looked more like the end of the movie than the beginning, but I never claimed to be agile.  I’m looking to a quiet afternoon as he sleeps it off and recharges his batteries.