Clone Colton

Sean and I had a gift certificate to the Navy Exchange. (The military's equivalent of a Target, but not even close.) Rather than buy something practical like diapers or detergent, we bought a Clone Trooper Mask. I put it on and tried to sneak attack the boys as they came off the bus, armed with a squirt gun. Colton didn't want to take if off the whole night. He wore it everywhere, and when he couldn't find his own shoes to go outside and play after his bath, he felt confident enough in his masculinity that wearing his sister's pink crocs was a no brainer.