a case of mistaken identity.

Ren is sitting in the car playing with one of his toys and making all sorts of clashing, slashing, fighting noises, as little boys do, when he says, “Momma, I am going to pretend this guy is either Boba Fett from Star Wars or the Wolverine from the X-Men. Is that okay?”
    “Sure,” I reply looking in the mirror at his toy. “Go for it.” Who wouldn’t want to pretend that a headless Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle action figure is either an Imperial Clone and Hutt bounty hunter or an irreverent, super healing mutant with adamantium graphed to his skeleton?