There is a battle of good and evil being waged in the Wilcox house. Not the spiritual kind (thankfully) but the Star Wars kind. At any given time you can hear the humming and clicking of lightsabers as the boys battle to defend themselves from doom. One look around the house and you’ll quickly notice that most of the beds are missing their blankets which, incidentally, make ideal Star Wars garb (see Garrett wearing his “hooded robe”). If some story from Star Wars is not being acted out in person, then it’s being played out with Legos, Transformers or drawn out in pictures (if only they were that enthusiastic when it came to picking up toys and doing chores). I guess you could say it’s an obsession. And a right of passage for little boys, according to my husband (and apparently BIG boys too). On weekends it’s not uncommon for Brian to throw a Star Wars Party when we’ll watch one of the movies and play with his vintage Star War toys from when he was a boy (okay, I’ll admit that is pretty cool). Garrett has even been wearing Brian’s ORIGINAL Star Wars shirt from the 70’s! I get to partake from time to time, too. Sometimes they call me Princess Leia, which is fine by me (what little girl didn’t wear the side-buns so they could be just like her?) and sometimes they call me the Evil Ventress. Either way, I’m not complaining…at least they don’t call me Jabba the Hutt!
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