"Jesus made our bodies." Yes, He did, I affirmed in the simplest explanation available to a barely three year-old, who is not my child. Her statement made me slightly guilty. Our theme today was, in part, the letter "E" and for snack we were making elephant ears. Fry bread the size of a basketball hoop covered in sugar. Guilty because it isn't exactly the healthiest snack for little God-given bodies.
It's all about the theme right?
Around a mouthful of fry-bread she added, "Jesus gave me a boba."
Um . . . okay?
"And Jesus gave my brother a penis."
Oh! So at your house you use the correct word for male anatomy, but not female, apparently.
My own baby Jedi pipes up and says, "Boba is green."
"No!! My boba's not green. It's by my bum."
"Yes. Boba is green."
I realized, in time to break up any further argument or proof from the little girl ready to pull her pants down, that THIS:
was the Boba in question.
And The Youngling is right. His armor is green. I'll have to take Miss Visitor's word for the rest.
Almost as funny as the language misunderstanding between two pre-schoolers however, was finding this picture while looking for Mr. Fett.
The title of this gem? "Boba Fett is My Dad." And while my inclination is to offer my condolences, it is important to note that the child looks ridiculously happy. This picture came from a blog post boasting 40 BOBA FETTS. It is more than possible that nobody here (except maybe TamathyC) geeks out on this kind of stuff the way I do, but can anyone offer an explanation, psychological or cultural or otherwise, for how Boba Fett, a character with only a single line in the original trilogy, became such a cult-classic?