I haven't figured this out yet . . .
I recently found myself in a rough spot with some ferocious little Jedi.
At one point, G exclaimed he’d sliced my head off. Recently, he’s been talking about chopping my head off. He did it the other week when he said to his mother, “chop his head off mommy,” as she was cleaning a knife in the kitchen sink.
I’m hoping the lightsaber fighting will help alleviate some of this recent beheading fetish. He certainly was a lot calmer than usual when he finally decided to lay down his weapon and read some bedtime stories.