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.