The force is strong in this one…

Despite the addition of some NERF guns to the boys armoury (thanks Mum), the nipper is still a keen adherent of the lightsaber, I suppose he still thinks it’s not as random or as clumsy as a blaster; an elegant weapon for a more civilized age. Whatever goes through his 4 year old mind though, he quite often likes to have lightsaber battles.

Last night this occurred at a rather random juncture- just as he was supposed to be getting into the bath. He vanished and came back with his lightsaber, declaring himself Luke Skywalker and me Darth Maul (he hasn’t quite got the continuity sorted just yet). All very well, I tell him but I need a lightsaber myself to be Darth Maul. This causes a moments pause for the lad- the only other vaguely lightsaberish thing in the house is downstairs and it’s evident he can’t be bothered going down there to get it. Still, necessity is the mother of invention and he dashes off to his bedroom to get something that I “can pretend is a lightsaber”.

He’s obviously in a little bit too much of a hurry because for the next 5 minutes I have to fend off his serious blows with this:

an elegant weapon for a more civilized age?

Let me tell you this, it’s no easy task fending off some fairly enthusiastic sword play with a propeller from a model Spitfire. Still, it’s reassuring to know that even at the tender age of 4, the boy is keen to load the dice in favour of the forces of good at the expense of the baddies. Somehow I don’t think he’ll grow into an evil mastermind…