It never ceases to amaze me how the sequence of events that lead up to the blog fodder are actually
potential blog fodder as well.
Distraught at the notion that his sisters received snail mail from Canadian pen pals (insert the what’s that aboot eh? here), the boy turned to his mother for comfort. She in turn emailed me asking for an email from dear old dad to cheer him up.
Thinking quickly between meetings, I dredge up an old screenshot from my bounty hunter days in Star Wars Galaxies and send it along with a note that said:
Dear Spencer,
It has come to my attention that you did not receive a letter today. Well, that just will not do, so I am sending you this letter complete with a cool picture that I am fairly certain looks cooler than the girl’s letters.
This is a picture of your dear old dad years ago when I was the bounty hunter known as ‘Daddy Fett’. I will have to tell you all about it someday. . .
Love, Dad.
This apparently had the desired effect and the boy made a miraculous and speedy recovery.
Fast forward to later the next evening. Guy night. Attempting to find pieces to the Lego AT-ST Imperial Walker from a box of millions of pieces. Emma Kate arrives on the scene and the discussion turns to Daddy Fett.
Emma instantly created a new universe by stating ‘Hey, we could be a family of Fetts! I’m Emma Fett!”
“And I’m Spencer Fett!” the boy responded.
Mommy Fett was laughing too hard to respond and Hanna Fett was fortunately out of the room; however she was inducted into the Fett Family on the way out the door to school the next morning.
So if you see us coming, be warned. If there is a price on your head… you could be in for more than you bargained for. Ever tried to run from three extremely extroverted kids? You will be talked down before you even reach the door.
too too funny!