So I’m playing plastic lightsabers with my youngest.

He loses his grip on his, drops it.  I of course go All too easy… and while I’m doing that my kid, instead of grabbing the dropped saber, retreats out of melee range and snaps up the suction-cup Brave bow. Because that’s why they invented missile weapons in the first place.

I’m so damned proud.

8 thoughts on “So I’m playing plastic lightsabers with my youngest.”

  1. The kid’s already demonstrated a better grasp of combat strategy than the current occupant of 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue.

  2. That’s no compliment. My goldfish has a better grasp of combat strategy than that.

    Have to give the kid credit, though. Good job, Moe.

  3. In case I was unclear, btw, No insult to Moe’s child intended. He has all my approval. The insult is to the current resident of 1600 Pennsylvania Ave. If said resident were capable of comprehending said insult, that is.

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