My kids are obsessed with Star Wars. Lego Star Wars. Star Wars the Clone Wars. Star Wars the Puffle Wars. Cian made that last one up in an unholy union of Star Wars and Club Penguin.
I've had to impose a new rule: you're only allowed to talk to Mommy about Star Wars for 10 minutes or until I can't stand it anymore, whichever comes first. (I can't stand it anymore always comes first.)
I figured there had to be a way that I could use this fixation to my advantage. I had a brainwave a couple of nights ago.
"Go to bed, you must!" I said to the boys in my best Yoda impression.
"You don't sound wise enough," said Cian ...
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