MasterOf4Elements

“BEN!!” Leia shrieked, catching her son mid-leap, before he hit her desk. She sat in her chair and placed the little boy in her lap, “What in the galaxy are you doing? You could have gotten seriously hurt or worse!” “That’s the idea, Mommy,” five-year-old Ben replied. “I want to get hurt.” “Why would you want to that?” “So I can have a scar on my chin just like Daddy.” Leia sighed. “But why?” “I want to be just like him,” Ben said with a smile, showing off the empty space the front tooth he had just lost had left. He noticed his mother’s frown. “Why aren’t you happy? I thought you would be, Daddy’s nice.” “Daddy is nice, but he isn’t nice just because he has a scar.” “I know, but I thought looking more like him would help me be more like him,” said Ben. “But you already look like Daddy,” said Leia. “You both have fluffy, thick hair and hazel eyes. You both like wearing boots and holding my hand or giving me hugs when I’m sad or had a bad day. You also have the same birthmark

As soon as Ben was sound asleep, snoring softly and cutely, Han decided to com Luke. Han and Leia had recently taken Ben to the pediatrician to make sure their baby boy was growing mentally and physically on schedule. As it turns out, Ben was advanced, knowing and using vocabulary he shouldn’t for a few more years. The doctor credited it to the time Han spent playing with Ben, and the little boy’s Force-sensitive heritage. However, this was no job for a mere pediatrician. Even though Dr. Tills knew Ben was descended from powerful Jedi and was most likely Force-sensitive himself, she wasn’t a Jedi herself and didn’t know how to deal with a situation like this. No. This was a task for a Jedi. He had to call Luke. Luke would know what to do. “What do you mean you don’t know?” Han asked angrily at the glitching image of his brother-in-law. “Don’t get mad at me! I know I’m not his dad but, I’m concerned about my little nephew too,” said Luke, already sensing he would have a difficult

A sudden loud crash in the living room sent Han dropping the laundry he’d been folding and running to check on Ben. The one-year-old baby boy was still sitting in his playpen crying and pointing at the source of the noise. A large vase had fallen off a shelf. A shelf it couldn’t have fallen off on its own. Han scooped Ben up into his arms and kissed him over and over. He checked Ben all over for injuries. He bounced the crying boy around patted him back. “It’s ok. Daddy’s right here. It’s ok. Shhh.” “Sowee,” Ben gasped out as he sniffed back tears and coughed. “Take a deep breath, little guy,” Han said demonstrating what he wanted Ben to do and took long slow breaths with his son. “Ben un tubble?” Ben asked, still crying but calming down. “No, Daddy’s just happy Ben’s not hurt.” “No mad?” “Nah. Daddy’s not mad at Ben. The vase was ugly anyway,” Han said, tickling Ben’s belly and making him giggle. “Now let’s pop in one of your favorite holos while Daddy cleans up.” Ben finally

Now for something I have first-hand experience with. Sometimes I deal with this more than once a year. Storms…more specifically hurricanes. Living in the South all my life, most of it just over an hour from the Gulf of Mexico, I’ve been going through hurricanes since I was born. Literally I was born during the season. In fact, a big one happened and devastated Miami, about a month after I was born. Sometimes they are really dangerous and we have a lot of damage, like shingles off roofs and downed trees on powerlines. Other times we might get light wind and rain. Most of the time we have a rough idea of what time of the year hurricanes are likely to hit. Usually, meteorologist study the storm patterns. So we get several days of watching developments and warnings. Even so weather is a natural occurrence, not a man made one. No matter how much is done weather is a fickle thing. A mild topical depression (which happened to South Florida while I was born) could be heading into

Wrong answer, bolts,” Han. “But it’s the truth,” 4-RD stammered, and hid behind Hasana’s legs. “No vacancy.” “Be nice!” Leia hissed. “I know you’re not the biggest fan of droids, but this one is trying to help us.” “Besides how can he give us an answer that doesn’t exist?” Luke asked. Han sighed. “Sorry, little guy.” “Can you check again?” Luke asked. Hasana manually checked the computers. “My metal partner is right, I’m afraid. There are no rooms available.’ “But the port promised us a room,” said Leia. “The port must’ve miscalculated,” Hasana said, “Good thing their jobs don’t require that,” Han said sarcastically. Zara slowly walked over. She looked up an Han and smiled innocently. “Daddy, are you fixing it? Are we going to our room soon?” “We’re working on it, baby,” Han said. “Don’t worry your cute little face about a thing.” Something in the Force told her that something was wrong, but her trust of Han overrode those feelings. Han was Daddy and Daddy could fix

SPOILER WARNING!! If you haven’t watched this series/movie and are concerned about the plot being ruined or are sensitive to jokes about such subjects, please do not continue. You have been warned. You are also requested to be respectful with your comment. Sesame Street Goes to the Doctor or Elmo Goes to the Doctor is a 1999, 2005, or 2013 episode, VHS, or DVD depending on which source (all credible mind you) you go with. It’s mentioned as being a bonus feature and part of a compilation about “Being Brave”. This wouldn’t be the only time (not even the first time) the show tackled serious subjects like this. Before I gush on and on about this program let me get to the episode at hand. The story begins with Elmo playing checkers with his human friend Gina. I like that it appears she isn’t going to “let” him win, just because Elmo is a young child and she’s an adult. Gina notices something that I’m surprised Elmo’s parents didn’t notice. Elmo doesn’t feel well. Particularly he has a

If I were to sit here and name All the important women in my life All the ones who have influenced me Weld be here all day And all night too So I’ll narrow it down to just one My mama She’s the best and I can’t explain why She sings like a princess or an angel She’s so pretty and funny She’s so smart and kind This freeform poem may not count for a badge Or even art But my mom is worth more than a sprite She is all I want to be And I love her very much