"Control! Control! You must learn control!" Finn's dad commented from the couch.
"If you want him to learn that, you need to stop letting him fight me." I shot back as I swung at Finn's saber.
8 o'clock on a Thursday night, it should be bedtime, but no. Silly Mom had to pick up the lightsabers and secretly plot to get the kid to attack his dad.
It was all my fault and my hurt fingers can testify that he really does need to learn control before we try to take the battles anywhere outside of the house.
"It. Is. Bedtime." I poked his belly with each word, making him giggle like a lunatic.
He swung back, smacking my hilt and smashing my fingers again. "NEVER!"
I did the only thing I could do. I grabbed his blade and jerked it out of his hands, twisting him in the process so I could tap his bottom and send him off.
"Ugh. Fine." He said as I chased him to the ladder of his loft.
"Night, Mom"
"Love you, kiddo. We'll practice more this weekend."
