In A Galaxy Far Far Away...

In a Galaxy Far Far Away....say, New Paris, there is a little boy named Evan who is FANATICAL about Star Wars, and Star Wars Legos. He dreams about them, constructs new ships daily, and even draws them in his spare time.

He wears Star Wars shirts. And thinks he's super cool for doing it, even though he doesn't smile about it in pictures.

On a daily basis, I find my desktop filled with ships that I don't recall the name of...

action packed battles...

and vignettes of all the characters...

When my boy falls hard for a toy, he really FALLS HARD.

Several times over the last week or two, he'll start talking about a ship, or part in one of his star wars movies, or even a certain character. Then he'll ask me a question about it, or ask if I remember it? Most of the time this is how the conversation goes...

>Evan: "Mom, remember in the 6th movie when...?"

Me: "Uh, I guess hon."

Evan: "How come you always say I guess?"

Me: "Well, it's because I just don't remember as much about it as you do. I don't know the names of the ships and parts of the movies."

Evan: "Brother, MOM!"

Sorry buddy, I try to keep up with your thought process, but I just don't have the energy or memory that you do!

I still love you though, babe. Your passion for things astounds me!