O: Hurry! Hurry! C'mon Dad c'mon Dad. We gotta help Darth Vader!
Me (seizing the opportunity to inject a good vs. evil discussion into playtime): Why are you helping Darth Vader, Owen?
O: 'Cause Mawwwm, he's out of town and he needs me to guard his ship. He had to go to It-a-wee.
Me: So... you're the Death Star house sitter?
O: C'mon Dad. Daaaaad! Let's get them. Let's knock 'em out!
Me (still not giving up): Why do you have to hit them? Can't you just try to talk to them about it first?
He gives me this look, like Seriously Mom? Whoever heard of a pacifist with a lightsaber?