Thursday, March 8, 2007

Lightsabers

In the course of potty-training Smitty, I sometimes resorted to offering him the incentive of a light saber duel . . . if you know what I mean. I now regret this. Each time nature calls, Smith drags me into the bathroom, yelling, "My light saber is going to be BIGGER, MEANER, GREENER, BADDER, and COOLER than yours!" It has been going on for a few months at home, and happened yesterday at sacrament meeting, during what felt like a very quiet moment.

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