There is no such thing as a normal conversation around these parts.

Oh, sure.  It may start out innocent enough.  But somewhere there’s always a divergence and we end up scratching our heads going ‘How the hell did we get here??’

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Case in point was the conversation we had last night.

Bil was in the living room and … well, I don’t even remember what Vista said that prompted it, but I told her “Just call Daddy, Obi Wan Kenobi”.  If you don’t know who Obi Wan Kenobi is, you are dead to me.  Seriously.  And seriously consider coming out from that rock you’ve been living under.

Anywho…

Bil responded with “No way.  I’m Yoda”.  (Vista, of course, is dutifully running around the house screaming “OBI WAN YODA” at this point)

I stopped.

And this is where the conversation went all wrong…

Me: You want to be some wrinkled green mutant?

Bil:  What?  Yoda is cool!

Me: You can’t be Yoda.  He’s got no penis

Bil: WHAT?  What ARE you talking about.

Me:  He doesn’t.  I’m sure of it.

Bil: How the hell would you know if he had a penis?

Me:  OK, maybe a penis.  But he’s definitely a eunuch

Bil: ….Yoda is a eunuch….

Vista now screaming “YODA EUNUCH” ad nauseum

Me: Totally!  You don’t see any little Yoda’s running around.  And you totally know George Lucas would have exploited that angle if it was possible.  So see… eunuch.

Bil: It disturbs me that you’ve actually thought about this.

Me: So see, you can’t be Yoda.  You’re Obi Wan.

Bil: How about I’m Han Solo and you can wear a Princess Leia slave…

Me:  No.

Bil: No?

Me:  Dude, so totally not going to happen…

Bil:  How the hell did we get here?

Me:  I don’t know, but I’m pretty sure it’s your fault.