*son wakes from nap crying
*me: sits down and wraps arms around him
*Wife: What’s the matter? Did you have a bad dream?
*Wife: What was it?
*son (through mumbles and crying): My lightsaber.
*Wife: What happened?
*son: Someone took it.
*Wife: Who took it?
*son: I did.
No, you can’t make this stuff up, folks. Love that little guy.