Sometimes when you live at my house and you ask your husband what he wants for Christmas, he says, “An Obi Wan Kenobi costume”. And then sometimes the wife has to extract the husband’s birth certificate to confirm that his birth date is correct, and that he is not actually 7 years old with exceedingly fine hair. And then when she realizes that indeed, the math has been done correctly she is forced to ask, “What in the world are you going to do with a Star Wars costume?” and he might defend his position by saying, “Oh, I’ll do PLENTY with it.” Then the wife shuts up because she believes him, and it scares her a little bit.
Later when you are hanging out with your friends after December festivities they ask innocent questions such as, “So, what did you get [insert your husband’s name] for Christmas?” There are all kinds of suitable answers to this inquiry; “a BBQ”, “a table saw”, “golf clubs”, or “a sweater with crocheted llamas” to name a few. And since I didn’t want to be the one who had to answer “an Obi Wan Kenobi Star Wars costume”, I told my mother-in-law about it and SHE got it for him. It’s been sitting in its bag ever since.
Until last night.
Mr. Kenobi made its maiden voyage out of the bag and into a room full of youth ages 12-18 where Cory gathered a group of 14-year-old boys to perform a Star Wars skit for the annual Talent Show. I didn’t stay to watch, (I suppose in some circles being Obi Wan’s wife is something to brag about, it just so happens that I was not AT a Star Wars convention OR trying to impress Dwight Schrute), but Samantha came home to report that Dad’s tauntaun impersonation stole the show.
A few months ago I told Drew that it was time we decorate his room. Up to this point he has pretty much just had a bed and a dresser that's older than I am (I KNOW!). So one afternoon I asked him what kind of a room he would like, and he said, "Well...either an Indiana Jones room or a Star Wars room." I cautioned, "That sounds fun, but let's keep in mind that you're almost 10-years-old and we want to be sure and pick a theme that will last you a few years." In his infinite wisdom he reminded me, "MOM. DAD is FORTY-TWO and HE still likes that stuff!"
*sigh* As you can see, the boy has a point.