The other day while picking up some scripts at CVS, I picked up a Death Star PEZ dispenser. When I got home from work today, my sister and her room mate were here waiting for me. We hung out for a while, and then they left. I was playing with my PEZ dispenser when they left, and offered up the last pieces of candy in it. Nick saw me playing with it, and wanted to hold it. So, I let him. He held the dispenser in his hand, looked at the Death Star and said "Moon." To which I replied:
"That's no moon. It's a space station!"
Thank you, Nick. You rock.
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Ah yes, the passing of the torch...er Pez...from father to son. A time honored tradition.
Wish I'd been there! It's right out of Sitcom City.
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