According to Bunny, "lifesavers" are:
A nautical necessity.
A delicious, fruity candy.
...and the Jedi knight's weapon of choice (or Darth Maul's in this case).
This afternoon Bunny was outside playing "lifesavers" with the neighbor kid. They whacked at each other in the front yard for a while, and after the neighbor had schooled her properly about light sabers, she came inside and asked, "Mamma have you ever seen Star Wars?"
"Yes," I responded. "About a thousand times."
She looked at me all wide-eyed and incredulous and, I swear, it was one of moments where I could see in her eyes that she thought I was pretty cool.
At that moment J. came home, and as soon as he walked in the front door she said, "Papa, I would like to get a lifesaver. They come in red and blue and I think I would like a blue one because those are for good guys. Red is for bad guys."
And, I swear, it was one of those moments where I could see in J.'s eyes that he thought she was pretty cool.
