The following events are true, taking place roughly an hour ago in my kitchen.
Rakes, sitting at the bar and coloring in his new Star Wars color book that Santa brought him, and myself had the following conversation.
Rakes: "Dad. Is Darth Vader's last name Darth? Or Vader?"
Me: "Skywalker, Rakes."
Rakes: "No Dad. That is LUKE'S name."
Me: "Darth Vader is his Dad, Rakes."
Me: "Yeah, son?"
Rakes: "Can I have a Dr. Pepper?"
Mind you, he never looked up from his coloring. Not once. I felt like I was starring in a movie by Ed Wood being filmed by the Candid Camera crew the whole time.
I can't wait until he asks me where baby's come from.
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