While I was making lunch, Noah asked me a question out of nowhere. "Mom, who's your favorite general?" Since he's perpetually talking about Star Wars, I assumed he meant a Star Wars general. I said the only one I know: "General Grievous. Who's yours?" He looked at me funny and said, "George Washington." I felt a little foolish.
Later I was weeding the garden and mumbling about the insidious creeping charlie. Noah said, "What did you call it? Darth Sidious?"
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