Little C discovers...

...Photo Booth!

Star Wars Trivia

I venture to guess that you do not know something about Clone Troopers.  Even if you have people around you that talk about Star Wars constantly and read every book they can get on the subject and have a knowledge base on the subject that runs much deeper than the movies even skim over, you might not know this.  If you ARE one of those people you might be in for a bit of a shock here.  I can assume with confidence because I live with three little people whose understanding of the subject is convention-worthy and I just discovered this bit of information myself.  BTW, they are not the dressing up as your favorite Jedi kind of convention goer.  We are talking key note speakers and youth ambassadors here.

Anyway...it appears that inside every white molded suits there is a wee slip of a monkey in flannel jammies working the controls.  

In the span of 10 minutes:

Miss M: How do you sustain that constant rate of babble?  I can talk, chica, like few people I know.  But you put me to shame.  Brava!

Big C: Whatever you did at school today that put you in such a great mood at the end of it, please repeat!  You are working on your homework without a fuss.  You have chosen a book to sit and read when you are done.  I think I have gotten three hugs already.  Please repeat!

Little C: I know you are mad.  I know because you told me so.  But I had a clue before that, what with all the yelling and wiping of snot on my belly at the coffee shop.  And I have to say, I admire your ability to stay clear headed in the face of not getting what you want.  Here's how the scene played out:

FADE IN...

INTERIOR: LIVING ROOM, DAY

MAMA

(calmly)

What did you think I meant when I said stop the fussing or there will be no hot chocolate for you?

LITTLE C

(sobbing) 

That I wouldn't get any if I kept fussing.

MAMA

(calmly)

And what did you choose?

LITTLE C

(sobbing)

To keep fussing.

MAMA

(calmly)

So why are you surprised that you can't have the cocoa?

Little C falls to the floor on his knees.  His eyes close and his head rolls back.  He drops his arms to his sides, palms forward, in a gesture of surrender.  His mouth is wide open and a siren wail is emanating from within.

MAMA

(calmly)

Do you want to rest in my bed or your bed?

LITTLE C

(sobbing)

My bed.

INTERIOR: LITTLE C'S BEDROOM, DAY

LITTLE C

(sobbing)

Mama?  I want you to know that I am not pitching a fit because of the hot chocolate anymore.  I am pitching a fit because now I am not having an after school snack with Miss M and Big C.  Please close my door.

FADE OUT...