"I can't believe they let you teach."

Anakin was in his office writing down a list of all the components the sparring room in the Jedi Temple used to have, with a vague thought of recreating it in the Danger Room. He felt that simple head-to-head confrontations with a lightsaber weren't challenging enough for the Jedi students who were at the school.

The students, naturally, were not consulted on this.

The door was left open.

[OOC: SP for workness omg.]

She's Every Woman - Garth Brooks

A very small boy with a bucket over his head--thanks for that, Friday's toy chest--toddled down the hallway and made his way down the stairs.

Bounce-bounce-bounce.

Rear ends are great for that.

He made his way into the kitchen and leaned up onto his tiptoes to reach the cereal--something bright with incomprehensible writing on the side--and tipped about half of it onto the floor.

Exasperated, he lifted the bucket off of his eyes to see. Bright blue eyes gazed around the room and settled on the telephone.

Ooooh. He could call all of his friends!

Or punch random numbers and leave messages...which is what a four-year-old is much more inclined to do...

[OOC: Open for housemates and friends who know who this is. Radio squirrels--buckethead kid doesn't have a name...]