Those wooden blocks your child played with to build towers (and topple them with glee) when he was about toddler age? Keep them.
Couple those with the imagination of a child, and it’s time for some make believe in block-land.
Or in our case, somewhere far, far away.
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Before we continue, let’s take you behind the scenes of this entry:
The Mom: Is the Death Star a planet?
Matthew (frustrated, yet again): No! It’s a space station!!!!!
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Now, where were we?
I know I said that we have a lot of Star Wars toys. It’s true. But in Matthew’s words, “I only have three Star Wars toys. These are all Dad’s. He’s sharing with me.”
That’s technically true. But it doesn’t really matter during playtime, or even in matters of possession. Most of the toys are kept in Matthew’s playroom.
Nor does it matter in terms of wishing for even more toys. There can never be enough! I know, I understand. But we need to be creative about the endless desire to accumulate.
So it was my pleasure to discover that one day, we already had the materials for a Death Star Trench. (Yes, I ask them for all the accurate terms.) The Dad helped construct in the beginning, and it’s a hit. This has been rebuilt and “blown up” many times already.
Here is the little boy at play.
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Do you see it?
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Little toys complete the re-enactment.
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Guns and obstacles and and bombs and lasers. They’re all there.
It’s time to improvise. Listen, you’ll hear the noises of the ongoing fight. “Attack that Death Star!”







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