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

Anakin was hard at work at his desk: plastic balls, lots of glitter, soft music playing...

Yes, he'd decided that Jaina's Luke's future child was going to be spoiled rotten, so he was back to making toys for a Force-sensitive infant.

He'd welcome an interruption, though.

All Over Again - Ronan Keating and Kate Rusby

Anakin was in his office before workshops began, sipping coffee and staring into space.

Literally.

He'd gotten his miniature version of his galaxy up and running again.

If he seemed to be spending a great deal of time staring at a small volcanic planet, then at the calendar on his desk, well, he wasn't going to explain himself.

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...]