Jeff and I sat in the living room. We could hear Bob in his bedroom playing with his action figures.
“I am Darth Vader and you should wear a sweater,” Bob said in a low voice.
“But I’m hot,” Bob answered himself in a high voice.
“Luke, I am your dad and you need a sweater. Quickly into the pods!” Bob said in his Darth voice.
Jeff and I exchanged looks.
“The Star Wars guys are his dollies,” Jeff whispered to me.
“Yep. Just like they were your dollies, ” I said.
“They weren’t my dollies, I just collected them.”
“And acted out the stories?”
“I had dollies.”
“Yep.”
