Short squat Han Solos

Will is working on his second collection now—the first was tiny Buzz Lightyear toys, and since he developed this interest shortly before Christmas, we now have many Buzzes and Zurgs and accompanying small aliens, all of which wind up at the bottom of his toy box no matter how many times I ask him to put them back in their empty Huggies wipes box. The current fascination is Star Wars figures, particularly this one set of toys that come two to a pack, very short squat Han Solos and whatnot, probably not more than three inches tall with big feet and wide stances (very easy to stand up, always important for easily frustrated little kids).

He likes to take them to school, which I’ve been letting him do despite the school’s no toy weapons rule, because to tell you the truth, they look so innocuous with their tiny light sabers and blasters that I didn’t even think about them as having weapons for days, and by then he’d already taken them with him to class several times. None of the teachers has said anything yet. I’m still trying to find him a Darth Vader and Yoda, although that’ll make three different Darth Vaders that Will has. And I bought him a Darth Vader t-shirt the other day, despite feeling very conflicted about having my charming non-violent three-year-old wearing the Master of Evil’s face on his shirt when he goes off to school.

His little action figures really are cute, though, especially 3 Creepio and Count Cuckoo, which I just about die every time I hear him say. So Count Cuckoo (who we know is evil because he has a red light saber) is fighting Obi Wan Kenobi, I think, and Obi Wan is kicking Count Cuckoo’s butt, and William says in this very deep solemn the-Force-is-with-me-type voice, “You shall not come back to my school.” I don’t think we’re warping him. But I swear, it’s so cute to watch that it would almost be worth it if we were.