My Very Own Living Bobble-Head

Someone very special had a 5th birthday this week. That meant a trip to the toy store for us. Mommy had just gotten a phone call from Collin's gymnastics teacher regarding his "distracting" behavior and how, while he's a precious kid, we have to sit with him in class from now on to help encourage him stay on task a little better. I was feeling a little sad for my boy and a little frustrated and a little worried and a little sure that this isn't the first time a teacher will call about my, let's just call him, exuberant, child. So, what better way to make us both feel better, than to buy him a present?

Like say, the coolest present ever? He was so excited! He loved it. He couldn't wait for Daddy to get home so he could fight him. The buttons make all the Darth Vader sounds and the orange button morphs your voice into DV's voice. Well, approximately. For Collin, it just sounds like a chipmunk with a scratchy throat.

Don't worry though, we did remember to get Gracie a present too. And she had a fun party. It isn't a party unless someone loses their pants. Thanks, Collin for making sure that someone was you.