Ligthsaber fight Revisited

Again, what has happened to my life that I can utter the phrase, "in my last light saber fight..."? It went well, the fight. Lou failed to adhere to the rules and fought everyone instead of just the girls. Lula took off for the house the first chance she got and LoLo and I just giggled like the idiots we are. Then Lou got clotheslined by, appropriately enough, the clothesline and sustained a scrape to the nose that threatened to bleed. We fought on. For some reason, we quit. It could have been because the dog was laying in the middle of the lawn and we kept tripping over her, or it could have been because we all ran away from Lou and the "zzziiiittt" sound he kept making every time he tagged one of us with his light saber. Still, pretty cool that he can go from Work Lou to Daddy Lou in, like, 20 seconds. That's whiplash speed for me. I can go from nice Mommy to mean Mommy that fast, but I'm still "Mommy". Mysteriously, following the light saber fight, Lo was too "something" to eat dinner or go buy school supplies (Doesn't surprise me as he's still operating on the theory "No pencils...no school"), so the ended up staying home. One his way down the hall to wash his hands, he quietly announced he had a big pooh coming any minute and couldn't possibly leave the house. Huh. Well, then. I guess you stay in. I went to Target, as much to leave the house as to get whatever it was that I got there. When I got home, Lou was yelling, "Jesus Christ, LoLo. If you fart one more time your ass better be hanging out the back door!" Would it surprise you to know that my week got worse?