One afternoon my wife came home to find the kids wearing my pajamas and whacking each other with whiffleball bats.
"Mommy we're Jedis!" my daughter announced, while wearing my (not fresh) pajama bottoms tied up under her armpits and swinging a green bat at her brother's head.
"Yeah, I'm Qui-Gon Jinn" my son yelled, parrying, while wearing my pajama shirt like a cloak.
"More like Qui-Gon Dork," she muttered, "Now where is your father?"
I was in the kitchen making chocolate chip pancakes with whip cream - for dinner.
She took away my blog...