And, therefore, I get down on myself. Which doesn't feel good. So, I look for a way to distract myself from these not good feelings by focusing on the play that is going on in front of me. Well, behind me. Now, to the right. No wait, the left. They move really fast, these kids....... Anywho, this is what is going on, all around:
Super 1st: Alright, so we are gonna pretend to fly the Millennium Falcon, and since Super Preschooler is Han, I think he should drive first.
Super Preschooler: Thanks! But you can drive first, Super 1st. Luke can fly ships too.
Super 1st: Thanks!
Super Toddler: I fly first. You guys wait.
Super 1st: Alright, I suppose girls can go first.
Super Preschooler: Fine, but Super Baby has to be Chewbacca because he is the hairiest one of us.
Super 1st: Yeah, that's fair.
Super Toddler: Sure. But I fly.
Super Baby: *Blinding smile at just being included."
Apparently, the Millennium Falcon parks in the bedroom, so they all left and I lost the thread of play at that point. But I heard enough.
No, I don't study rockets or make tons of money or really any money at all, and no, I'm not exactly setting the world on fire with my genius or passion. No, I don't produce anything.
Except I did play a major role in producing the four children currently liberating the galaxy from the forces of evil. And I have a feeling that has to count for something in the long run.
Here at Awkward Manor we only produce one model;
Star Wars loving
badasses with hearts of gold.
It's a limited edition.
But their value is only going to increase.