Invasion, it’s a funny thing sometimes. Normally in September we’re invaded by an ant army that has found their sneaky way into the house in search of water, but when there’s an almost 7 year old boy in the house, invasions could be an entirely different thing.
One would think, growing up on a dairy farm, an almost 7 year old’s treasures and toys would mostly include toy tractors, cowboys, excavators, horses, dump trucks, etc. But, my almost 7 year old goes in the extreme opposite direction.
No more tractors, no cowboys, no more excavators….it’s all about Star Wars and it has been for the past couple of years.
We’re being invaded in our own home.....
by Droids.
Oh wait, silly mommy, these aren’t Droids! These are CLONE TROOPERS!
One would think, growing up on a dairy farm, an almost 7 year old’s treasures and toys would mostly include toy tractors, cowboys, excavators, horses, dump trucks, etc. But, my almost 7 year old goes in the extreme opposite direction.
No more tractors, no cowboys, no more excavators….it’s all about Star Wars and it has been for the past couple of years.
We’re being invaded in our own home.....
by Droids.
Oh wait, silly mommy, these aren’t Droids! These are CLONE TROOPERS!
