*son wakes from nap crying

*me: sits down and wraps arms around him

*Wife: What’s the matter? Did you have a bad dream?

*son: Yeah

*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.