One fine night, while I was minding my own business lying on the mattress... Daddy suddenly had this silly (Daddy prefers to call it brilliant, BUT since this is my blog, I get to say anything I want...hee hee) idea. And unfortunately, I was the specimen, yet again.
This is Darth Vader (it's a cookie jar actually), the evil one from Star Wars, which coincidentally is one of Daddy's all-time faves. He has boxes and boxes of toys all sealed up in the store room, all of which were accumulated over the years. Oh, and not forgetting his comics too... No wonder Mummy keeps saying the storeroom is running out of space! Heh...
Mr. Darth Vader's 'helmet' can be taken off and guess where it landed?
Yes yes...I can't wipe that sheepish grin off my face
So as you can see, I was getting used to the idea of the having the helmet on my head. hahaha... Call me Darth Ash! *breathes heavily*