Go on...Guess!

My surreal Catherine Tate moment today...

'Mama, look it's Jenga Fett'

'Yes, sweetie' (not really looking at the picture being shown as am slightly distracted from lugging two small backpacks, two lunchboxes, a bag of food and an overladen handbag while trying to wrestle a rumbunctious 3 year old from his car seat).

'Do you know who his son is, mama?'

'No darling, I have no idea' (drop a backback, swear under my breath, get poked in the eye with an errant 3 year old elbow).

'Guess'

'I don't know'

'Just guess!'

'Er, I don't have a clue'

'Here's a clue - his dad is Jenga Fett, I told you that. Just give me a guess...'

'Honestly sweetie, I really don't know'

'I know - but just guess. Go on....guess!'


'Er...'

'C'mon mum, guess. Guess who it is. Just guess!'

Oh for God's sake (not really thinking anything except please shut up while I juggle all this stuff and get your brother out of the car and into the house) - 'Ok - Luke Skywalker'

(Big pause)

'Luke Skywalker? LUKE? SKYWALKER? You're not even trying. Darth Vader is Luke Skywalker's dad. Everyone knows that.'

(Even bigger pause)

'Boba Fett mama. Boba Fett is Jenga Fett's son. The clue is in the name.... you weren't even trying, were you?' (utter look of disdain followed by a big tut and accompanying sigh).

Surreal Catherine Tate moment over for today.

Could have been worse. At least he didn't exclaim 'What a Fucking Liberty!' when Max & Ruby was turned off one episode earlier than promised in an effort to get them to bed early so I could research Star Wars in a little more detail.