Tonight, we played Star Wars.
I got home, dead tired, and was attacked by the kids – Max desperately wanting me to be Darth Vader and play out some scenes with him and Maggie. I can’t for the life of me figure out what scenes they were, but they mostly consisted of me breathing heavily and chasing them around the house.
(It was kind of like my early dates with Jeanne, now that I think about it…but I digress.)
So, of course, I’m walking around with my black hoodie zipped up to my nose, breathing heavy and having sword fights with Max (him with a plastic lightsaber, me with a foamy Lego sword). I’m also dodging laser blasts from Maggie, who’s using an authentic light up laser blaster that’s an “Authentic Replica of General Grievious’ ™ Blaster” from the last movie.
Y’ever chase your kids around, breathing like Darth Vader, wearing a hoodie over your face, and having energetic sword fights while fending off laser blasts?
After about 15 minutes I got so lightheaded I just let them kill me.
Stupid Star Wars. If my kid liked Star Trek I could just Vulcan Nerve Pinch him and be done with it. But NOooooo…. we’ve gotta do the only Sci-Fi Franchise where the main villain is in desperate need of sinus irrigation. Nothing scarier than a slow-walking guy in black who needs a lozenge.
The good news is, though, that after that everyone was so worn out we laid in the family room and watched the Tigers play.
The bad news is that the Tigers got spanked.
*sigh*
Still, I did get to say Swoosh…pah….*evil Darth Vader Breathing*…swooosh…pah…Max. I’m your Father, Max.
To which, right on cue, he screamed “NOoooooooo!”, and ran away.
The Tig’s lost, and I almost passed out…but still, a pretty good night.
Tony Caselli 
*LAUGHS*
You kind sir, are an amazing father!
Now, if only my 15 year old in love would indulge me in those kind of games! PFFFT fat chance.
And.you.typed.spanked.
*laughing*
Thanks, but Oh, man, I can’t even think about when they’re 15!
I’m hoping I have at least 4 more years before Maggie hits that “OhmyGodmyDadisSOembarassing” stage!
kids are fun
Too cool that you play with your kids like that. I’ve never been much of a player, no pun intended. I enjoy my kids, but thank goodness, my kids enjoy the quite stuff like movies and books. I leave the heavy breathing, chasing people around the room with nurf bats to that man they call daddy.
Although I did beat him with a plastic bat once. My kids went to school the next day and narcked me out to their teacher. ‘Cept they forgot to mention it was a plastic bat and she thought I hit that man with a real bat. Considering he’s 6-4 and weighs about 300 pounds if I ever do hit him with a real bat it will need to be made of concrete.
Anyway, it’s cool you play with your kids. They sound like great kids, and they’ll grow up to be great parents because they’ve had a good example. Keep up the good work and invest in a titanium jacket to reflect those lazer blast. You should consider portable oxygen. Never stop playing, with the kids. Men who play with their kids, are the best playa’s of all.
vck
Re: kids are fun
Thanks, vck! Good to hear from you – I thought you’d given up on LJ!
You’re right – the portable oxygen may come in handy for the next Star Wars installment!