There are moments in a father's life when he's overwhelmed with pride. This week, I enjoyed such a moment.
James, my five year old, was told explicitly he could be anything he wanted for Halloween this year. It was completely up to him and we'd do our best to make it happen, so long as it wouldn't get us arrested. James thought about it, and then delivered to us his final answer.
James wants to be Darth Vader. Taryn found him a sharp looking outfit at Winners and on October 31 he'll be a dead ringer for the Imperial Commander-in-Chief.
I'm one proud papa.