"I'm tricking ya"

Watching Rye play Star Wars guys is like watching someone totally in his element. It's like watching a cat lick its face or snow fall outside.

Tiny Lukes and Darth Vaders and Mace Windus and Obi-Wans dance across Daddy's back. They are fighting, and Rye is making the sound he thinks lightsabers would make if they were real.

He is hiding behind a corner of the couch and peeking one guy around. Now, he is making shooting noises, taking out invisible bad guys.

Daddy plays, too, but only sort of. This is Rye's show.

Tonight, he is tricking Mommy by dressing some guys in other guys' clothing.

Each time, he comes up with a guy behind his back and says, "Mommy, what do you think of this guess?" and then he pulls the guy out, a smirk on his face and looks up at me with a mischievous grin.

"It's Luke," I say, just about every time.

Ha-ha! he laughs as he reveals the true identity, screeching the name. "It's Han!" he says or "It's grumpy, naughty guy!" or "It's Obi-Wan Kenobi."

This is great fun.

The initiative he's showing and the creativity and the precociousness and the little personality is just about all I can take.

It keeps going. He's on about guy 15 now. Each time: "Who do you think this guess is?"

And then -- after the reveal -- ""Daddy, let's trick her again" or if he's busy and Daddy is interrupting, "Just a minute, Daddy."

Just now: "You must die you will, Master Yoda." In complete Yoda voice.

This is why people have babies.