{Warning!} This post was written under the influence of Sudafed.
It was a Star Wars Christmas for my boys. Helmets, sabers, movies, puzzles, etc., etc., etc. . . My absolute favorite gift I gave one of the boys was this:
A Galactic Heroes set. The adorableness has made me speechless.
Momentarily.
I mean ~ look at this little ewok. I just want to squeeze his chubby cheeks.
Hello, widdle ewok. Widdle, widdle cuddwy pooky-poo.
Now, stop that boys! Stop it right now!
Can’t we all just get along?
Awww! That’s much better. You look like one, big, happy family.
Can I see a group hug?
Oh, no! R2-D2 is in danger.
Somebody, anybody ~ HELP!
That’s what I’m talkin’ about.
Get ‘em, Luke!
A couple of evenings ago, hubby and I overheard Cowgirl Princess playing with the boys. This was the scene we discovered.
The question mark represents Mr. Solo. We’re not quite sure where he was at the time of this photo shoot. We think his assistance may have been required by a Mr. Jones.
Anyway, back to this scene. There are many weird things to point out about this scene.
First of all, it’s a wedding. If my boys were playing on their own, a wedding would not have been taking place. No. There would have been lots of gun fire.
Secondly, Darth Vader is the officiator. Darth. Vader.
Something just seems wrong with that.
Notice everyone is still carrying their firearms. Just in case.
Even the blushing bride hasn’t parted with her weapon. Hmmm . . . neither has her father.
I’m thinking we might have some trust issues goin’ on here, folks.
Ok. The freak show is over. There’s nothing to see here, folks. Go about your business.
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