I spent the weekend with Darth.

And he spent the weekend with his fart gun.

I thought it was an imaginary thing when he made me lean over so he could «Tell me a secret.»

«Ok,» I said. «What’s your secret?»

«Fart Gun,» he said.

Fart. Gun.

And then he laughed and laughed and said.

«Find it!»

And then I laughed and said, «Okay, yeah…go find it you crazy kid.»

Go find that weird imaginary and apparently «top secret» flatulence weapon…

And then we played Darth Vader some more…

and pirates…

and a little superhero game I invented while finishing up the chores called «Sock Boy,» the world’s most helpful and domestic hero.

Have a laundry situation? He’ll sort it out!

Need someone to hold your dustpan? He’s there in a jiffy!

Big home construction project? He’ll help you prioritize!

 Making french toast? He can beat eggs with the best of them.

Yes…