Best Compliment Ever

For a birthday gag gift a few months back, we gave Pop a learn-to-read Star Wars book. It's pretty crummy stuff--basically lots of pictures setting young 'uns up to become willing Lucasfilm merchandising consumers. Naturally, Fiona loved it, and the book made its way back with us on the plane. She likes to point to the pictures and tell us what they are (C-3PO is a robot, Natalie Portman's character is a lady, etc.)

Anyway, halfway through the book there's a picture of Leia, Chewie, Han, etc. in the cockpit of the Millennium Falcon. Andrea pointed to Harrison Ford and said "what's that?" And Fiona, to my enormous pride, replied "that's Daddy."

You heard that right, folks. I'm Harrison Ford in his absolute prime--Han Freakin' Solo.



Okay, she only said it once, and the next time through the book she said "that's a man." I don't care; I'm living off of that praise for the next few months.