Santa brought Henry a couple of Star Wars action figures. Henry always gets to be Luke, I'm always Darth Vader. Here's a typical exchange:
Luke: I'm shooting you with my blaster, Darth. pshew! pshew!
Darth: Woa woa woa. I'm your dad. Can we call a truce?
L: What's a truce?
D: It's where we agree to not shoot each other for a while.
L: Ok. Can we shoot aliens?
D: Sure.
L&D: pshew! pshew!
D: pshew! So, uh, Luke, what do you do when you're not shooting your blaster?
L: pshew! I like to sword fight with my light sabre. pshew!
D: That's cool.
L&D: pshew! pshew!
D: I've been experimenting with Japanese cooking.
L: What's that?
D: Oh, you know. Miso soup. Rice. Fish. Simple things, really.
L: Darth! Look! Aliens!
D: Let's get 'em!
L&D: pshew! pshew! crash! pshew!
D: Good one, Luke.
L: Thanks, Darth.
D: (starts making the Darth Vader breathing sounds)
L: What are you doing?
D: Oh this? It's my respirator.
L: What's a respirator?
D: A bionic implant that helps me breath. (makes the sounds) See?
L: I don't like that. Breath normal.
D: Ok. (inhale) Wow, that's much better. Aliens!
L: pshew! pshew!
D: So, do you do anything to unwind at the end of the day?
L: I like dogs.
D: Oh really? Any specific breed?
L: I have a big dog named Doggo.
D: That's great. Do you train him?
L: Yes. To bite aliens.
D: Fantastic. You've got to have a hobby. If your whole life is wrapped up in the intergalactic struggle between Empire and Rebels, you go crazy. You've got to keep your work and home life separate. Know what I mean?
L: I do.
L&D: pshew! pshew!
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