Just now, I was startled from my intense blogging by my punkin, who had been playing quite happily if a bit bizarrely. I looked up and he was standing by the piano in his Superman jammies, cutlass drawn menacingly. I asked him to repeat what he said, and he kindly did.
"Do you want to play Count Dooku's Nutty Fun?" he asked.
I'm not sure I even want to know. Fortunately, he's gone back to shooting droids now, so I'm safe. Well, until he decides I'm a droid.