The Force

Please call George Lucas and let him know that The Force is running loose in our toy room.

Air hockey in our house can get a little fierce. Sir Toots and I were in the midst of an epic battle when I notice he's not sending the puck back to me. I look up at him and he's got this look of utter concentration on his face and his little hand is stretched out. The puck, meanwhile, is slowly turning under the air that is circulating on the surface just out of his reach. Sir Toots looks up at me and says, "I can't reach it. But I can use the force!"

And, lo, as it was spoken, the puck slowly rotates and glides within the reaches of his fingers.

The Jedi Master beamed!