So... remember how I discovered the other day that there was a vintage Star Wars AT-AT toy living in the woods out back of our house? Well... I posted this image on Instagram last night:
Because... YOU GUYS I GOT HIM TO COME INSIIIIIDE!!! And well... it didn't take long for my 5 year-old to discover him the next morning.
Wasn't sure I wanted my son kissing the AT-AT, as he's pretty filthy... but I didn't freak out and stop him. It was funny seeing the both of them so immediately start playing. The AT-AT took to my son immediately, and vice versa.
The AT-AT kept trying to lick him. And since my son is INSANELY ticklish... this went over about as well as you'd think:
They played like this for almost an hour.
Rompin' and wrestlin'.
I have no idea what is even happening here. But I know they were having a TON of fun.
All I could hear was insane giggling and little metallic snuffling noises.
The AT-AT just seemed genuinely bewildered as to where my son had disappeared off to.
Scaled that kid like he was a mountain.
And then, as fast as it had begun, they were asleep.
They were seriously tuckered out.
So... I let them sleep.
I've got a lot to think about. If we're going to keep this thing around, we're going to have to put some serious work in, let me tell you. First of all, as I mentioned, he's filthy. He stinks. My son didn't seem to mind, but he's going to need a serious bath for any long-term conditions. Probably need a visit to the vet... or the mechanic maybe.
I also need to find some way to tell my wife about it... Ahhh... heh.