My husband, my brothers and now my son love a good Star Wars any time of day.
My son is 2.
He begs and begs for me to let him play with the Star Wars ship that sits high out of reach, and again and again I say:
"You have to wait until Daddy gets home and ask him, it's his toy."
We took one of those swimming noodles and cut it in half to make light sabers. (Wonderful idea, by the way since it is way cheap and last way long, and he can hit and be hit by his dad without any pain.)
And then I read in Wonder Time, one of my favor it parenting magazines so far, an article that sounded very familiar! Click Here to go read it.
"Laugh it up, fuzz ball!"