Tonight, in the bath, Rye was playing with "white Luke" and "black Luke." He's given the Luke Skywalker action figures these names based on the color of their clothing.
I was sitting on the side of the bath, with my feet in the tub, and before long both Lukes were fighting on my left leg. They'd start on my knee and then "white Luke" would grab "black Luke" and throw him into the sea below. "White Luke" was bad, Rye said, and on this night "Black Luke" was good.
"Bad guys have to get hurt," Rye said the next time one Luke pushed the other over the edge.
They do? I asked.
He looked at me and furrowed his brow a bit.
"Yeah," he said. The future teenager in him was coming out. Duh, mom.
Huh, I thought. Do bad guys always get hurt? In life, it doesn't seem they do. I can think of plenty of bad guys who just seem to keep being bad.
But in Rye's 3-year-old world, that is just what happens. That's what keeps balance in the galaxy.
And that's an OK thing to believe.