I bought them a few years ago, just before the 1-minute-of-Mark-Hammil epic. They were meant to be figurines to display in my geek-shed. When I dismantled the shed, both were ceremoniously dumped in with the kids toys. Well, they are toys.
But Jai hadn’t taken any interest. So I returned them to a shelf beside my bed.
This morning Jai jumped over our bed, slid over the other side, Dukes-of-Hazard style (though he said Shaun the Sheep does it!), and stopped to stare at my book shelf.
Pointing up, “What are they?”
Oh boy, he finally noticed them. “You want to play with them?”
“Yes please!” Okay, I had to remind him to use the magic word.
“Well, you are now known as Jai Solo. Aidan can be … Baby Fett!”
It was a fun three minutes of his version of Star Wars. We didn’t do the Kessel run in twelve parsecs, but the universe was destroyed by teddy bears, ‘slobber-glue’ covered the earth, and Baby Fett tried to eat the Millennium Falcon.
Then they were offered sliced apple … and the moment was over.
Though Jai is still calling his little brother ‘Baby Fett’. Gotta love it.