Force Sensitive

As most of you are aware by now, my boyz are a bit on the fanatical side when it comes to all things Star Wars.  Ray is honestly and truly convinced he is "discovering the force."  It is quite common to hear something that has moved or is missing explained by no other than the force in our household.  Michael and I tend to roll out eyes and nod our heads.  We've more or less given up on trying to explain to him that "the force" is fiction.  Anyone who thinks we are corrupting our children by not better explaining this to him is MORE than welcome to come give a shot at it, but trust me when I say it's falling on deaf ears.

Ray is very much aware that his vast knowledge of all things Star Wars greatly exceeds our own.  (I'm not sure if it is the way I constantly mispronounce the names or the way my eyes glaze over when he talks about the difference between the planets Naboo and Earth.)  However, there is one adult in his life that he highly regards as an expert in this field, Uncle Mikey.  Frequently Ray tells me how Uncle Mikey is a Star Wars expert and probably even knows....  To which I respond, "That's great Ray.  I'm glad you and Uncle Mikey can share that," while I think, "cause now I don't have to pretend to care."

The other day, Uncle Mikey and Cal stopped by.  (And in case you were wondering, yes, Cal has also been infiltrated by Jedi Alliance and as a youngling, is working on wielding some mean lightsaber skills all his own to the dismay of his mother.)  I'm not sure who or how the discovery was made, but Uncle Mikey and Ray noticed they both have moles on their necks.

Ray's eyes lit up as he made a connection and shared it out loud with everyone, "Hey!  I know Uncle Mikey!  Maybe having a mole on your neck is a sign of being force sensitive!!"

We all had a good chuckle, but what Ray neglected to notice is that I too have a mole on my neck, (What can I say, I come from a long line of moely people) and I am anything but force sensitive.

"But maybe you are Mom and you just haven't discovered it yet?  And it takes training to know how to really use."

Maybe, just maybe.

Lightsaber Fun is For EVERYone!

So at the W-X house, no one is exempt from the fun with lightsabers.  I am constantly be attacked with a lightsaber of various sizes and colors.  Does that mean we have them all over?  No. And yes.  We do have 2 genuine Star Wars toy lightsabers.  Additionally, we have an orange Power Ranger lightsaber type thing.  We also have a few glow stick flashlights that make cool mini lightsabers.  But most frequently, you will see one of boys wielding a stick.  Or broom stick.  Or fork.  Or any other somewhat linear shaped item.  Yes, in my house anything is game for a duel and any lightsaber will do.  Even 2 year old Sam gets in on the mix.  They all have some impressive skills, but given his age, Sam really takes the show.  Even more impressive are his sounds effects.  He makes this tongue rolling ticking noise that I couldn't make if my life depended on it.  After the loss of two teeth, we were certain his noise effects would be a thing of the past, but I guess no one ever thought to tell him that rolling his tongue should be a challenge now.  Today the boys were at battle and I thought it would be a good time to catch Sam in action.  But of course, catching this on camera is easier said than done.  I got a bit, but I'll keep trying.

Happy Star Wars Day!

Today is May 4th and "May the fourth be with you!"

 Get it?  Huh?  Do ya?

Maybe it's because I'm a dork when it comes to playing with words, but I thought it was adorable!

Seven-year-old and Star Wars fanatic Ray, not so much.  "It's FORCE Mom!  May the FORCE be with you."

"Yea, I know, but it's May 4th, it's a play on words.  Isn't it kind of funny?"

"No."

A good mom probably would have let it drop there right?  Well, good thing I never said I was a good mom!  ;)

No, I had to keep pursuing it.  Keep saying it trying to help me see the humor in it.  He didn't.  After some foot stomping and pouting (his, not mine), I let it go.

I had to give it just one more shot at bedtime though.  I did manage to get him to crack a smile.  Robby, however, came running in from the room next door to inform me, "Mom!  It's may the FOUR-se be with you.  FOUR-se.  You said it wrong."  Sigh.

But don't worry, next year, I'm sure I will be able to help him better understand!

In the meantime, "May the fourth be with you!"