At about 6.30am this morning, Thing 1 went into to see his little brother (Thing 2, naturally) and chat to him as he usually does. Often this involves Thing 1 talking about the book Thing 2 has in his cot, about what they are going to do that day or if Thing 2 wants cereal or toast for breakfast. Occasionally, Thing 1 teaches Thing 2 new words. Today was one of those days.
Thing 1: “Can you say ‘Luke Skywalker’?”
Thing 2: “Look Ty Wader”
Thing 1: “Can you say ‘Darth Vader’?”
Thing 2: “Dar Rayer!”
Thing 1: “Can you say ‘Bad white guys’?”
I think someone couldn’t remember the word Stormtrooper.
Just as I was getting over giggling at this, I heard from across the hall a faux-Yank accent and as clear as a bell:
“Can you say ‘Help me Obi-wan, you’re my only hope!’ ”
At this point I officially lost my battle to not squawk with laughter and catch the boys’ attention but oh my. I am so proud to have raised a mini-geek.
