By Heather O.
Mr Solo’s blaster is missing a piece. I found it in my daughter’s mouth. Clearly, a good blaster by your side is nothing when faced with tiny, budding, razor sharp baby teeth. Clearly, the hostile planet Hoth is a picnic compared to the dangers faced while lying on our playroom floor. And clearly, my baby and my dog, an animal who systemically chewed off all the tiny light sabers of J’s other Star Wars squatty guys, share a taste for cheap China plastic. Lovely.
Poor Han. What a blow. I only hope he can somehow recover his dignity.
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