On our way home last night, my boys informed me of a few things. Apparently, they've decided to name their sons after Jango Fett and Boba Fett.
I can see it now, Jango, mijo, come here and sit with grandma! And, Boba! You have to eat all of your beans if you want some ice cream later on.
I guess its pretty cool to have grandsons named after Mandalorian warriors and bounty hunters.
I'm just relieved that after living in a home with six chil'rens, they're still considering having children period. We must be doing something right.
