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Editorial Note: The lack of blog posts from the Bushman family is all Rachael’s fault and she accepts all responsibility for the lack of attention to you, the reader.

Aaron has developed an obsession. He walked into our office a few weeks ago and looked at the R2-D2/C-3PO bank that I have sitting on the bookshelf and very clearly said “Star Wars.” It was the first time I had heard him say it, but somehow, he knew exactly who those guys were and that they were related to Star Wars. For the following two days, he hauled the bank around the house wherever he went. He had serious anxiety if we wouldn’t let him sleep with it.

I know it is in his blood, but it is really strange that he is developing his interest now. He has only seen one of the movies (A New Hope) one time. Since I have been married to Rachael, I have kept my old Star Wars toys in box in the closet and have never let him see them, or any of my posters or anything. I don’t know why his one viewing has such an impact on him, but Star Wars is now a big deal to him.

Rachael used to read to Aaron everyday at nap time to help him wind down. Now, Aaron only wants Star Wars books. I put him to bed every night, and sing while we rock in the chair. Lately, instead of singing, Aaron would rather have me tell him Star Wars stories. Seriously. All we have to do is use words like “Darth Vader” and “Galaxy” and “Rebel Alliance” and he will listen intently.

So a couple weeks ago, I decided that it was time to pass on the legacy. I pulled out my box of Star Wars toys and pulled out some that I thought he would enjoy. So most days, he wanders around the house with an R2-D2 PEZ dispenser, and asks to sleep with a Stormtrooper walkie-talkie. He will go into his room and crawl up into the recliner and start reading the DK Star Wars Visual dictionary. Sometimes, he will just walk around the house repeating “Star Wars, Star Wars, Star Wars” with no apparent reason or goal.