Darf Bayder

Okay.

I'm just gonna lay this on you.

Do you know that I frequently have to have light-saber battles whilst I am sitting on the toilet?

Apparently, Darf Bayder (as he is called around here) does not like to let Yoda have a private moment to himself.  I mean, even dirt-old Jedi gotta poop sometimes.  But, noooooooooo, the battle must continue!

Jeez.

I'm sure there are other people in the world for which this is a daily occurrence.  I guess Huzbend would be one of those other people.

Here is a snippet of another, non-toilet bound, battle that took place today:

Darf, laying on the ground:  "I am done with my nap, Yoda!  It's time to fight!  I get up and put on all my armor.  YODA!  Put on my cape!"

Yoda assists the Dark Lord in his preparations for battle.

Darf continues:  "Dank you!  Now, I put my helmet on!  Now, I am ready to fight!  Do you have your armor on?"

Yoda, quickly throws on his battle gear:  "Yes, Darth.  I am ready to fight!  Haaaaa-yaaaa!"

The battle begins.

The light-sabers are streaking and clashing against each other.  The electronic hissing of their frequent contacts; deafening.

Yoda:  "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!  You hit my arm!!!!  Ahhhhhhhhh!!!!"

Yoda's arm disappears.  All that is left is the sleeve of his fleece.

Darf swings his light-saber at the already injured arm:  "There!  I have whacked ON your arm.  Now you have an arm again.  Now....."

Darf lifts his helmet and gazes happily at Yoda: "Now, you can eat dinner!"

The light-sabers are laid aside.  The conflict is at an end.

Darf Bayder and Yoda sit down to a nice dinner of 'shicken and wice'.