Breakfast on the Death Star

Cameron awaits the delivery of the mail with great anticipation every day.  He rarely receives anything, but the mere possibility . . . it's intoxicating.  So when the doorbell rang last week and we opened the door to find a big box addressed to Cameron and Matthew, you can imagine the dramatic clutching of chests, the frantic pulling of tape, the desperate pawing through packing materials.

Surprise packages are awesome.

Surprise packages are even more awesome when they are sent by someone who really, really understands you.

Inside the box we found a Star Wars apron, a Darth Vader AND a clone tropper spatula and some Lego minifigure magnets.  Great jubilation and mass consumption of Yoda shaped pancakes followed.

And now Cameron's mailbox hopes are even higher.  It's gonna be tough to top this one.