First thing Joey said this morning after waking up was, “I slept really good.  I had this awesome dream that I defeated a Jedi.”

And I was like, “Aren’t Jedi good guys though?”

“Sometimes they go bad.  This one went bad and I defeated him.”

“Did you have a light saber?”

“No.  I didn’t need one, I used the Israeli Defense Force’s martial art, Krav Maga.”

“I don’t even know what that is,” I told him.

“It’s like Tae Kwon Do only you use it for street fighting. It’s awesome.” He said.

“That’s weird, ” I said.

Joey rolled over and said, “No, it’s not that weird.  Batman uses it in all the new movies.”

I couldn’t help it.  I had to laugh.  ”So…you’re Batman.”

Joey made a frustrated growling noise and said, “I’m not Batman, I just defeated the Jedi using Krav Maga.”

“I’ve still never heard of that before, I think you made it up.  But if Jedis go bad, what’s the point of being Jedi; I thought they were good guys?  I would probably go bad if I was a Jedi.”

Joey heaved a large sigh.  ”FIRST of all, the plural of Jedi is JEDI; there is no S on it.  Second of all, if you became a Jedi you wouldn’t even have to go bad, you’d just go annoying.”

There you have it, Internet.  My husband says I’m annoying.