Dear Spike:
I should be sleeping right now. It's late, it has been a busy weekend, and it is gonna be a long week.
But I can't sleep, because "The Empire Strikes Back" is playing and Luke Skywalker hasn't yet learned that Darth Vader is his father.
I probably shouldn't be telling you this, but you're a smart girl and probably will figure it out on your own anyway: If you're ever simply not in the mood to go to bed — and need a way to convince your father that you should be permitted to stay up way, way, way past your bed-time — just invite me to have an all-night Star Wars fest.
You bring the popcorn. I'll get the ice cream.
Love,
dad
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