Someone check this kid's midi-clorian count

Rascal is no longer a generic scary wowoff. He is Dark Bayder.

Apparently Husband and I have different standards with respect to age-appropriate movies. While I was busy ranting against Shrek 2 because of the sexual references, Daddy and the shrimps were watching The Empire Strikes Back.

I would soon learn that Grandpa approved. Our recent trip back home included a weekend at his cottage. In Rascal's world, the only things that occurred during that visit were:

1. Grandpa has a ski boat.
2. Grandpa has a jepski.
3. Grandpa drives very fast on the boat and Rascal gets to steer.
4. Grandpa gives great presents, say for example a light saber.
5. Dark Bayder wanted to joust with the saber on the jepski.
6. Mama is mean. She said no.
7. Rascal made a new friend. He also thought the light saber was the coolest thing ever.

Back in town, Rascal wanted to impress everyone with his new moves. The saber glows in the dark, so Mama had to quickly make a rule about Outdoor Toys. This was no deterrent; Gramma's doogy lives outside and looks enough like an Ewok to satisfy Dark Bayder.

Tantie and Gramma ran to doogy's rescue, but The Force alerted Rascal to their approach. We don't point weapons at people, Gramma reminded him. He hesitated briefly, threw down his saber, got down on all fours and went T-Rex on them. They screamed dramatically and he was immensely satisfied.

"Somehow" during the packing-up process, the light saber got left behind. Rascal was very disappointed. So now we're back to Buzz Lightyear, which is probably for the best.