Last night as I tucked her in, Sophie informed me that she had named the baby doll in her arms.
"Goodnight Darth Vader. Are you okay, Darth Vader? Are you hungry? Oh, Darth Vader, you want a blanket? Mama, this baby name Darth Vader. Say goodnight to Darth Vader."
I of course said goodnight to the bald, naked baby doll that was lovingly wrapped in a My Little Pony blanket. We'll do our best to keep her from the dark side.
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1 comment:
Maybe all Darth Vader needed was someone to wrap him in a my little pony blanket and love him. She could have changed history.
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