This is why I don’t get asked to babysit more often.

The joys of Lego star warsI’m watching a friend’s daughter this morning, who happens to be great pals with Ian.

Ian: Sophie, after our snack we will play Star Wars THE CLONE WARS!
Sophie: (makes boys are stupid face)
Me: No, after your snack, you are going to ask Sophie what she would like to do, and you’re going to listen to the answer before you decide.
Sophie: We could play kings and queens! Ian, you could be the king, and I could be the queen.
Ian: I don’t know about that.
Me: What about a compromise? Aren’t there any queens in Star Wars?
Ian. No.
Me: Then who is Amidala?
Ian: Oh yes! Queen Amidala of Naboo! I will be a clone trooper, and we will attack her planet!
Sophie: (makes boys are stupid face)
Me: Ian, you might need to show Sophie some of your Star Wars books so Sophie understands who lives on Naboo.
Sophie: (makes the books are awesome face) Good, because I didn’t even know about that until you mentioned it!

They are researching Naboo in Ian’s book collection right now. I expect that Sophie’s parents, like all good geek parents everywhere, think that particular Star Wars episode is terrible. So all I can say is…

I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry.


Okay, you!


I went into Keeghan’s room this afternoon to collect him from his nap. (I know, great story hook, right? But that’s what happened. I walked in and there he was all cute and snuggly, curled up with his blanket.)

Keeghan: We gonna go get Ian?
Me: Yes! It is time to go get Ian! Want a hug?
Keeghan: Go ride stroller. Okay, you!

He stood up and flung his arms around my neck, and I gave him a hug.

Keeghan: I want to change the diaper.
Me: You need a diaper change?
Keeghan: We always change the diaper.

Well. He settled my hash.

In other news, Ian’s lunch box came home with a hole in it yesterday, which MIGHT have happened when he threw it up in the air and it landed on the tile in the cafeteria, but he doesn’t think so. Also, he has a gift for the family which he informs me is “definitely not a clay luminary” and also does not “have a hole where you put in a candle.” In that case, the suspense is killing me.