Thursday, August 19, 2010

The Dark Lord of the Samba

Willem walked into the kitchen in a Star Wars costume the other day and announced, in as deep a voice as he could muster: "I AM DARTH CARMEN."

And woe betide the parent who dares to laugh.

I love the random fixations of Willem's imagination. For a while, everything was named Carmen. He drew a picture of a boat and named it Carmen. We had a stuffed animal picnic with a tiger named Carmen. Just the way he drops the name Carmen so casually (I have no idea where he heard it) is hilarious.

But we're not hearing the name Carmen so much lately, now that Willem has come up with the perfect moniker for when he and Nels run around the house in bandit mode. They call themselves The Oatmeal Brothers.

3 comments:

Ariana said...

Do you think it was our fine little hen?

Gypmar said...

Ah ha! I kept thinking "Chicken" but I had no idea why! That totally must be it.

shaun said...

I think Ariana's right.

Also, overheard while camping:

Nels: I'm Darth Vader.
Kaden (sp?): I'm Darth Maul.
Willem: I'll be Darth Carmen!